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cyrano de bergerac(伯吉拉克的赛拉诺)-第14章

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lightly;   solitary;   free;    With     eyes   that  look   straight   forwardfearless 

voice!       To cock your beaver just the way you choose;                   For 'yes' or 

'no' show fight; or turn a rhyme!           To work without one thought of gain 

or   fame;      To   realize   that   journey   to   the   moon!   Never   to   pen   a   line 

that   has   not   sprung    Straight   from   the   heart   within。    Embracing   then 

Modesty;      say   to  oneself;    'Good    my    friend;     Be    thou    content   with 

flowers;fruit;nay; leaves;         But pluck them from no garden but thine 

own!'       And     then;  if  glory   come    by   chance    your   way;     To    pay   no 

tribute unto Caesar; none;           But keep the merit all your own!            In short; 

Disdaining   tendrils   of   the   parasite;     To   be   content;   if   neither   oak   nor 



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elm      Not to mount high; perchance; but mount alone! 

     LE   BRET:       Alone;   an   if   you   will! But   not   with   hand    'Gainst 

every man!      How in the devil's name           Have you conceived this lunatic 

idea;     To make foes for yourself at every turn? 

     CYRANO:          By dint of seeing you at every turn            Make friends; 

and   fawn   upon   your   frequent   friends      With   mouth   wide   smiling;   slit 

from ear to ear!       I pass; still unsaluted; joyfully;       And cry;What; ho! 

another enemy? 

     LE BRET:        Lunacy! 

     CYRANO:           Well;     what   if  it  be  my    vice;     My     pleasure    to 

displeaseto   love    men    hate  me!     Ah;    friend  of  mine;   believe   me;   I 

march better       'Neath the cross…fire of glances inimical!          How droll the 

stains   one   sees   on  fine…laced    doublets;     From     gall  of  envy;   or  the 

poltroon's drivel!       The   enervating   friendship   which   enfolds   you      Is 

like an open…laced Italian collar;        Floating around your neck in woman's 

fashion;       One    is  at  ease  thus;but   less  proud    the  carriage!     The 

forehead;     free   from    mainstay     or   coercion;        Bends     here;   there; 

everywhere。      But   I;   embracing      Hatred;   she   lends;forbidding;   stiffly 

fluted;     The   ruff's   starched   folds   that   hold   the   head   so   rigid; Each 

enemyanother folda gopher;            Who adds constraint; and adds a ray of 

glory;     For   Hatred;   like   the   ruff   worn   by   the   Spanish; Grips   like   a 

vice; but frames you like a halo! 

     LE BRET (after a silence; taking his arm):             Speak proud aloud; and 

bitter!In my ear       Whisper me simply this;She loves thee not! 

     CYRANO (vehemently):             Hush! 

     (Christian has just entered; and mingled with the cadets; who do not 

speak to him; he has seated himself at a table; where Lise serves him。) 



                                    SCENE 2。IX。 



     Cyrano; Le Bret; the cadets; Christian de Neuvillette。 

    A CADET (seated at a table; glass in hand):              Cyrano! (Cyrano turns 

round):      The story! 

     CYRANO:          In its time! 



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     (He goes up on Le Bret's arm。          They talk in low voices。) 

     THE   CADET   (rising   and   coming   down):            The   story   of   the   fray! 

'Twill   lesson   well   (He   stops   before   the   table   where   Christian   is   seated): 

This timid young apprentice! 

     CHRISTIAN (raising his head):              'Prentice!    Who? 

     ANOTHER CADET:                This sickly Northern greenhorn! 

     CHRISTIAN:           Sickly! 

     FIRST     CADET       (mockingly):       Hark!       Monsieur      de   Neuvillette; 

this in   your ear:      There's somewhat   here; one   no more   dares to   name; 

Than to say 'rope' to one whose sire was hanged! 

     CHRISTIAN:           What may that be? 

     ANOTHER   CADET   (in   a   terrible   voice):          See   here!   (He   puts   his 

finger three times; mysteriously; on his nose):            Do you understand? 

     CHRISTIAN:           Oh! 'tis the。 。 。 

     ANOTHER:           Hush!   oh;   never   breathe   that   word;      Unless   you'd 

reckon with him yonder! 

     (He points to Cyrano; who is talking with Le Bret。) 

     ANOTHER   (who   has   meanwhile   come   up   noiselessly   to   sit   on   the 

tablewhispering   behind him):           Hark!      He   put   two   snuffling   men   to 

death; in rage;       For the sole reason they spoke through their nose! 

     ANOTHER   (in   a   hollow   voice;   darting   on   all…fours   from   under   the 

table;   where   he   had   crept):   And   if   you   would   not   perish   in   flower   o' 

youth;      Oh; mention not the fatal cartilage! 

     ANOTHER (clapping him on the shoulder):                    A word?      A gesture! 

For the indiscreet        His handkerchief may prove his winding…sheet! 

     (Silence。     All;   with   crossed   arms;   look   at   Christian。 He   rises   and 

goes   over   to   Carbon   de   Castel…Jaloux;   who   is   talking   to   an   officer;   and 

feigns to see nothing。) 

     CHRISTIAN:           Captain! 

     CARBON (turning and looking at him from head to foot):                    Sir! 

     CHRISTIAN:           Pray; what skills it best to do         To Southerners who 

swagger?。 。 。 

     CARBON:           Give them proof         That one may be a Northerner; yet 

brave! 



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     (He turns his back on him。) 

     CHRISTIAN:           I thank you。 

     FIRST CADET (to Cyrano):              Now the tale! 

     ALL:       The tale! 

     CYRANO   (coming   toward   them):             The   tale?。   。   。   (All   bring   their 

stools up; and group round him; listening eagerly。              Christian is astride a 

chair):      Well!    I   went   all   alone   to   meet   the   band。 The   moon   was 

shining;     clock…like;   full  i'  th'  sky;    When;      suddenly;    some    careful 

clockwright passed         A cloud of cotton…wool across the case             That held 

this silver watch。      And; presto! heigh!         The night was inky black; and 

all   the  quays      Were     hidden   in  the  murky     dark。   Gadsooks!         One 

could see nothing further。 。 。 

     CHRISTIAN:           Than one's nose! 

     (Silence。     All   slowly    rise;  looking   in  terror   at  Cyrano;    who    has 

stopped dumfounded。          Pause。) 

     CYRANO:          Who on God's earth is that? 

     A CADET (whispering):            It is a man      Who joined to…day。 

     CYRANO (making a step toward Christian):                  To…day? 

     CARBON   (in   a   low   voice):       Yes。   。   。his   name   is The   Baron   de 

Neuvil。 。 。 

     CYRANO (checking himself):               Good!     It is well。 。 。 (He turns pale; 

flushes;   makes   as   if   to   fall   on   Christian): I。   。   。   (He   controls   himself): 

What     said   I?。  。  。  (With  a  burst  of  rage):    MORDIOUS!。           。  。  (Then 

continues calmly):         That it was dark。 (Astonishment。          The cadets reseat 

themselves; staring at him):          On I went; thinking; 'For a knavish cause 

I may provoke some great man; some great prince;                 Who certainly could 

break'。 。 。 

     CHRISTIAN:           My nose!。 。 。 

     (Every one starts up。      Christian balances on his chair。) 

     CYRANO (in a choked voice):               。 。 。'My teeth!      Who would break 

my teeth; and I; imprudent…like;          Was poking。 。 。' 

     CHRISTIAN:           My nose!。 。 。 

     CYRANO:           'My finger;。 。 。in the crack       Between the tree and bark! 

He may prove strong           And rap me。 。 。' 



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    CHRISTIAN:           Over the nose。 。 。 

    CYRANO (wiping his forehead):              。 。 。'O' th' knuckles!    Ay;'    But 

I  cried;  'Forward;    Gascon!    Duty     calls!   On;    Cyrano!'    And    thus   I 

ventured on。 。 。     When; from the shadow; came。 。 。 

    CHRISTIAN:           A crack o' th' nose。 

    CYRANO:          I parry itfind myself。 。 。 

    CHRISTIAN:           Nose to nose。 。 。 

    CYRANO         (bounding     on  to  him):     Heaven      and  earth!   (All  the 

Gascons   leap   up   to   see;   but   when   he   is   close   to   Christian   he   controls 

himself    and   continues):     。  。  。With  a  hundred    brawling   sots;    Who 

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