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cyrano de bergerac-第14章

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ROXANE (coming out on to the balcony):   That is better!  But   An if you deem that Cupid be so cruel   You should have stifled baby…love in's cradle!

CHRISTIAN (same play):   Ah; Madame; I assayed; but all in vain   This。 。 。new…born babe is a young。 。 。Hercules!

ROXANE:   Still better!

CHRISTIAN (same play):   Thus he strangled in my heart   The。 。 。serpents twain; of。 。 。Pride。 。 。and Doubt!

ROXANE (leaning over the balcony):   Well said!   But why so faltering?  Has mental palsy   Seized on your faculty imaginative?

CYRANO (drawing Christian under the balcony; and slipping into his place):   Give place!  This waxes critical!。 。 。

ROXANE:   To…day。 。 。   Your words are hesitating。

CYRANO (imitating Christianin a whisper):   Night has come。 。 。   In the dusk they grope their way to find your ear。

ROXANE:   But my words find no such impediment。

CYRANO:   They find their way at once?  Small wonder that!   For 'tis within my heart they find their home;   Bethink how large my heart; how small your ear!   And;from fair heights descending; words fall fast;   But mine must mount; Madame; and that takes time!

ROXANE:   Meseems that your last words have learned to climb。

CYRANO:   With practice such gymnastic grows less hard!

ROXANE:   In truth; I seem to speak from distant heights!

CYRANO:   True; far above; at such a height 'twere death   If a hard word from you fell on my heart。

ROXANE (moving):   I will come down。 。 。

CYRANO (hastily):   No!

ROXANE (showing him the bench under the balcony):   Mount then on the bench!

CYRANO (starting back alarmed):   No!

ROXANE:   How; you will not?

CYRANO (more and more moved):   Stay awhile!  'Tis sweet;。 。 。   The rare occasion; when our hearts can speak   Our selves unseen; unseeing!

ROXANE:   Whyunseen?

CYRANO:   Ay; it is sweet!  Half hidden;half revealed   You see the dark folds of my shrouding cloak;   And I; the glimmering whiteness of your dress:   I but a shadowyou a radiance fair!   Know you what such a moment holds for me?   If ever I were eloquent。 。 。

ROXANE:   You were!

CYRANO:   Yet never till to…night my speech has sprung   Straight from my heart as now it springs。

ROXANE:   Why not?

CYRANO:   Till now I spoke haphazard。 。 。

ROXANE:   What?

CYRANO:   Your eyes   Have beams that turn men dizzy!But to…night   Methinks I shall find speech for the first time!

ROXANE:   'Tis true; your voice rings with a tone that's new。

CYRANO (coming nearer; passionately):   Ay; a new tone!  In the tender; sheltering dusk   I dare to be myself for once;at last! (He stops; falters):   What say I? I know not!Oh; pardon me   It thrills me;'tis so sweet; so novel。 。 。

ROXANE:   How?   So novel?

CYRANO (off his balance; trying to find the thread of his sentence):   Ay;to be at last sincere;   Till now; my chilled heart; fearing to be mocked。 。 。

ROXANE:   Mocked; and for what?

CYRANO:   For its mad beating!Ay;   My heart has clothed itself with witty words;   To shroud itself from curious eyes:impelled   At times to aim at a star; I stay my hand;   And; fearing ridicule;cull a wild flower!

ROXANE:   A wild flower's sweet。

CYRANO:   Ay; but to…nightthe star!

ROXANE:   Oh! never have you spoken thus before!

CYRANO:   If; leaving Cupid's arrows; quivers; torches;   We turned to seek for sweeterfresher things!   Instead of sipping in a pygmy glass   Dull fashionable waters;did we try   How the soul slakes its thirst in fearless draught   By drinking from the river's flooding brim!

ROXANE:   But wit?。 。 。

CYRANO:   If I have used it to arrest you   At the first starting;now; 'twould be an outrage;   An insultto the perfumed Nightto Nature   To speak fine words that garnish vain love…letters!   Look up but at her stars!  The quiet Heaven   Will ease our hearts of all things artificial;   I fear lest; 'midst the alchemy we're skilled in   The truth of sentiment dissolve and vanish;   The soul exhausted by these empty pastimes;   The gain of fine things be the loss of all things!

ROXANE:   But wit?  I say。 。 。

CYRANO:   In love 'tis crime;'tis hateful!   Turning frank loving into subtle fencing!   At last the moment comes; inevitable;   Oh; woe for those who never know that moment!   When feeling love exists in us; ennobling;   Each well…weighed word is futile and soul…saddening!

ROXANE:   Well; if that moment's come for ussuppose it!   What words would serve you?

CYRANO:   All; all; all; whatever   That came to me; e'en as they came; I'd fling them   In a wild cluster; not a careful bouquet。   I love thee!  I am mad!  I love; I stifle!   Thy name is in my heart as in a sheep…bell;   And as I ever tremble; thinking of thee;   Ever the bell shakes; ever thy name ringeth!   All things of thine I mind; for I love all things;   I know that last year on the twelfth of May…month;   To walk abroad; one day you changed your hair…plaits!   I am so used to take your hair for daylight   That;like as when the eye stares on the sun's disk;   One sees long after a red blot on all things   So; when I quit thy beams; my dazzled vision   Sees upon all things a blonde stain imprinted。

ROXANE (agitated):   Why; this is love indeed!。 。 。

CYRANO:   Ay; true; the feeling   Which fills me; terrible and jealous; truly   Love;which is ever sad amid its transports!   Love;and yet; strangely; not a selfish passion!   I for your joy would gladly lay mine own down;   E'en though you never were to know it;never!   If but at times I mightfar off and lonely;   Hear some gay echo of the joy I bought you!   Each glance of thine awakes in me a virtue;   A novel; unknown valor。  Dost begin; sweet;   To understand?  So late; dost understand me?   Feel'st thou my soul; here; through the darkness mounting?   Too fair the night!  Too fair; too fair the moment!   That I should speak thus; and that you should hearken!   Too fair!  In moments when my hopes rose proudest;   I never hoped such guerdon。  Naught is left me   But to die now!  Have words of mine the power   To make you tremble;throned there in the branches?   Ay; like a leaf among the leaves; you tremble!   You tremble!  For I feel;an if you will it;   Or will it not;your hand's beloved trembling   Thrill through the branches; down your sprays of jasmine!

(He kisses passionately one of the hanging tendrils。)

ROXANE:   Ay!  I am trembling; weeping!I am thine!   Thou hast conquered all of me!

CYRANO:   Then let death come!   'Tis I; 'tis I myself; who conquered thee!   One thing; but one; I dare to ask

CHRISTIAN (under the balcony):   A kiss!

ROXANE (drawing back):   What?

CYRANO:   Oh!

ROXANE:   You ask。 。 。?

CYRANO:   I。 。 。 (To Christian; whispering):   Fool! you go too quick!

CHRISTIAN:   Since she is moved thusI will profit by it!

CYRANO (to Roxane):   My words sprang thoughtlessly; but now I see   Shame on me!I was too presumptuous。

ROXANE (a little chilled):   How quickly you withdraw。

CYRANO:   Yes; I withdraw   Without withdrawing!  Hurt I modesty?   If sothe kiss I askedoh; grant it not。

CHRISTIAN (to Cyrano; pulling him by his cloak):   Why?

CYRANO:   Silence; Christian!  Hush!

ROXANE (leaning over):   What whisper you?

CYRANO:   I chid myself for my too bold advances;   Said; 'Silence; Christian!' (The lutes begin to play):   Hark!  Wait awhile;。 。 。   Steps come! (Roxane shuts the window。  Cyrano listens to the lutes; one of which plays a merry; the other a melancholy; tune):   Why; they play sadthen gaythen sad!  What?  Neither man nor woman?oh! a monk!

(Enter a capuchin friar; with a lantern。  He goes from house to house; looking at every door。)



Scene 3。VII。

Cyrano; Christian; a capuchin friar。

CYRANO (to the friar):   What do you; playing at Diogenes?

THE FRIAR:   I seek the house of Madame。 。 。

CHRISTIAN:   Oh! plague take him!

THE FRIAR:   Madeleine Robin。 。 。

CHRISTIAN:   What would he?。 。 。

CYRANO (pointing to a street at the back):   This way!   Straight on。 。 。

THE FRIAR   I thank you; and; in your intention   Will tell my rosary to its last bead。

(He goes out。)

CYRANO:   Good luck!  My blessings rest upon your cowl!

(He goes back to Christian。)



Scene 3。VIII。

Cyrano; Christian。

CHRISTIAN:   Oh! win for me that kiss。 。 。

CYRANO:   No!

CHRISTIAN:   Soon or late!。 。 。

CYRANO:   'Tis true!  The moment of intoxication   Of madness;when your mouths are sure to meet   Thanks to your fair mustacheand her rose lips! (To himself):   I'd fainer it should come thanks to。 。 。

(A sound of shutters reopening。  Christian goes in again under the balcony。)



Scene 3。IX。

Cyrano; Christian; Roxane。

ROXANE (coming out on the balcony):   Still there?   We spoke of a。 。 。

CYRANO:   A kiss!  The word is sweet。   I see not why your lip should shrink from it;   If the word burns it;what would the kiss do?   Oh! let it not your bashfulness affright;   Have you not; all this time; insensibly;   Left badinage aside; and unalarmed   Glided from smile to sigh;from sigh to weeping?   Glide gently; imperceptibly; still onward   From tear to kiss;a moment's thrill!a heartbeat!

ROXANE:   Hush! hush!

CYRANO:   A kiss; when all is said;what is it?   An 
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