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cyrano de bergerac(伯吉拉克的赛拉诺)-第4章

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on   the   stage。  The    pit  is  quite  full;  the  galleries  and  boxes   are  also 

crowded。) 

    THE AUDIENCE:              Begin! 

    A BURGHER (whose wig is drawn up on the end of a string by a page 

in the upper gallery):       My wig! 

    CRIES OF DELIGHT:              He is bald!     Bravo; pagesha! ha! ha!。 。 。 

    THE BURGHER (furious; shaking his fist):               Young villain! 

    LAUGHTER AND CRIES (beginning very loud; and dying gradually 

away):      Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! 

     (Total silence。) 

    LE   BRET   (astonished):         What   means   this   sudden   silence?。   。   。   (A 

spectator says something to him in a low voice):            Is't true? 

    THE SPECTATOR:              I have just heard it on good authority。 

    MURMURS   (spreading   through   the   hall):          Hush!     Is   it   he? No! 

Ay;   I  say!   In   the  box   with  the  bars   in  front!  The    Cardinal!    The 

Cardinal!     The Cardinal! 

    A PAGE:        The devil!     We shall have to behave ourselves。 。 。 

     (A   knock    is  heard  upon   the  stage。   Every    one   is  motionless。    A 

pause。) 



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     THE   VOICE   OF   A  MARQUIS   (in   the   silence;   behind   the   curtain): 

Snuff that candle! 

    ANOTHER MARQUIS (putting his head through the opening in the 

curtain):     A chair! 

     (A chair is passed from hand to hand; over the heads of the spectators。 

The   marquis   takes   it   and   disappears;   after   blowing   some   kisses   to   the 

boxes。) 

    A SPECTATOR:            Silence! 

     (Three knocks are heard on the stage。          The curtain opens in the centre 

Tableau。     The marquises in insolent attitudes seated on each side of the 

stage。    The    scene   represents   a  pastoral   landscape。    Four    little  lusters 

light the stage; the violins play softly。) 

     LE BRET (in a low voice to Ragueneau):               Montfleury comes on the 

scene? 

    RAGUENEAU (also in a low voice):                Ay; 'tis he who begins。 

     LE BRET:        Cyrano is not here。 

    RAGUENEAU:              I have lost my wager。 

     LE BRET:        'Tis all the better! 

     (An    air   on   the   drone…pipes     is  heard;    and    Montfleury     enters; 

enormously   stout;   in   an Arcadian   shepherd's   dress;   a   hat   wreathed   with 

roses drooping over one ear; blowing into a ribboned drone pipe。) 

     THE PIT (applauding):          Bravo; Montfleury!        Montfleury! 

    MONTFLEURY             (after  bowing     low;   begins   the   part  of  Phedon): 

'Heureux   qui   loin   des   cours;   dans   un   lieu   solitaire; Se   prescrit   a   soi… 

meme      un  exil  volontaire;     Et   qui;  lorsque   Zephire    a  souffle  sur   les 

bois。 。 。' 

    A VOICE (from the middle of the pit):                Villain!   Did I not forbid 

you to show your face here for month? 

     (General stupor。     Every one turns round。        Murmurs。) 

    DIFFERENT VOICES:                Hey?What?What is't?。 。 。 

     (The people stand up in the boxes to look。) 

     CUIGY:        'Tis he! 

     LE BRET (terrified):         Cyrano! 

     THE VOICE:          King of clowns!       Leave the stage this instant! 



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    ALL THE AUDIENCE (indignantly):               Oh! 

    MONTFLEURY:             But。 。 。 

    THE VOICE:          Do you dare defy me? 

    DIFFERENT         VOICES      (from   the  pit  and   the  boxes):      Peace! 

Enough!Play on; Montfleuryfear nothing! 

    MONTFLEURY (in a trembling voice):               'Heureux qui loin des cours; 

dans un lieu sol' 

    THE VOICE (more fiercely):            Well!    Chief of all the blackguards; 

must I come and give you a taste of my cane? 

    (A hand holding a cane starts up over the heads of the spectators。) 

    MONTFLEURY            (in   a   voice   that   trembles    more    and   more): 

'Heureux qui。 。 。' 

    (The cane is shaken。) 

    THE VOICE:          Off the stage! 

    THE PIT:       Oh! 

    MONTFLEURY (choking):              'Heureux qui loin des cours。 。 。' 

    CYRANO (appearing suddenly in the pit; standing on a chair; his arms 

crossed;    his  beaver   cocked   fiercely;  his  mustache    bristling;  his  nose 

terrible to see):    Ah!    I shall be angry in a minute!。 。 。 

    (Sensation。) 



                                  SCENE 1。IV。 



    The same。     Cyrano; then Bellerose; Jodelet。 

    MONTFLEURY (to the marquises):               Come to my help; my lords! 

    A MARQUIS (carelessly):           Go on!     Go on! 

    CYRANO:             Fat man; take warning!       If you go on; I     Shall feel 

myself constrained to cuff your face! 

    THE MARQUIS:            Have done! 

    CYRANO:             And if these lords hold not their tongue         Shall feel 

constrained to make them taste my cane! 

    ALL THE MARQUISES (rising):               Enough!。 。 。Montfleury。 。 。 

    CYRANO:          If   he   goes   not   quick I   will   cut   off   his   ears   and   slit 

him up! 



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    A VOICE:        But。 。 。 

    CYRANO:          Out he goes! 

    ANOTHER VOICE:              Yet。 。 。 

    CYRANO:          Is he not gone yet? (He makes the gesture of turning up 

his   cuffs):   Good!     I   shall  mount   the  stage  now;   buffet…wise;     To 

carve this fine Italian sausagethus! 

    MONTFLEURY   (trying           to  be  dignified):   You    outrage   Thalia   in 

insulting me! 

    CYRANO (very politely):           If that Muse; Sir; who knows you not at 

all;    Could   claim   acquaintance   with    youoh;   believe    (Seeing   how 

urn…like;   fat;   and   slow   you   are) That   she   would   make   you   taste   her 

buskin's sole! 

    THE PIT:        Montfleury!     Montfleury!     ComeBaro's play! 

    CYRANO (to those who are calling out):               I pray  you have a care! 

If you go on      My scabbard soon will render up its blade! 

    (The circle round him widens。) 

    THE CROWD (drawing back):              Take care! 

    CYRANO (to Montfleury):            Leave the stage! 

    THE CROWD (coming near and grumbling):                 Oh! 

    CYRANO:          Did some one speak? 

    (They draw back again。) 

    A  VOICE   (singing   at   the   back):   Monsieur   de   Cyrano      Displays 

his   tyrannies:    A   fig  for   tyrants! What;   ho!     Come!     Play   us  'La 

Clorise!' 

    ALL THE PIT (singing):          'La Clorise!'    'La Clorise!'。 。 。 

    CYRANO:          Let   me   but   hear  once  more   that  foolish  rhyme;     I 

slaughter every man of you。 

    A BURGHER:           Oh!    Samson? 

    CYRANO:          Yes Samson!      Will you lend your jawbone; Sir? 

    A LADY (in the boxes):          Outrageous! 

    A LORD:        Scandalous! 

    A BURGHER:           'Tis most annoying! 

    A PAGE:        Fair good sport! 

    THE PIT:        Kss!Montfleury。 。 。Cyrano! 



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    CYRANO:          Silence! 

    THE PIT (wildly excited):          Ho…o…o…o…h!     Quack!     Cock…a…doodle… 

doo! 

    CYRANO:          I order 

    A PAGE:        Miow! 

    CYRANO:          I   order  silence;  all!   And     challenge   the  whole   pit 

collectively!      I  write  your   names!Approach;      young    heroes;  here! 

Each   in   his   turn! I   cry   the   numbers   out! Now   which   of   you   will 

come to ope the lists?       You; Sir?    No!    You?     No!    The first duellist 

Shall be dispatched by me with honors due!            Let all who long for death 

hold up their hands! (A silence):         Modest?     You fear to see my naked 

blade?      Not    one  name?Not     one  hand?Good;     I  proceed!   (Turning 

toward the stage; where   Montfleury waits in   an agony):           The   theater's 

too full; congested;I      Would clear it out。 。 。If not。 。 。 (Puts his hand on 

his sword):      The knife must act! 

    MONTFLEURY:             I。 。 。 

    CYRANO   (leaves   his   chair;   and   settles   himself   in   the   middle   of   the 

circle which has formed):        I will clap my hands thrice; thusfull moon! 

At the third clap; eclipse yourself! 

    THE PIT (amused):          Ah! 

    CYRANO (clapping his hands):            One! 

    MONTFLEURY:             I。 。 。 

    A VOICE (in the boxes):         Stay! 

    THE PIT:       He stays。 。 。he goes。 。 。he stays。 。 。 

    MONTFLEURY:             I think。 。 。Gentlemen;。 。 。 
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