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cyrano de bergerac-第24章

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CYRANO:   No!

ROXANE:   The voice that thrilled the nightyou; you!

CYRANO:   I swear you err。

ROXANE:   The soulit was your soul!

CYRANO:   I loved you not。

ROXANE:   You loved me not?

CYRANO:   'Twas he!

ROXANE:   You loved me!

CYRANO:   No!

ROXANE:   See! how you falter now!

CYRANO:   No; my sweet love; I never loved you!

ROXANE:   Ah!   Things dead; long dead; see! how they rise again!   Why; why keep silence all these fourteen years;   When; on this letter; which he never wrote;   The tears were your tears?

CYRANO (holding out the letter to her):   The bloodstains were his。

ROXANE:   Why; then; that noble silence;kept so long   Broken to…day for the first timewhy?

CYRANO:   Why?。 。 。

(Le Bret and Ragueneau enter running。)



Scene 5。VI。

The same。  Le Bret and Ragueneau。

LE BRET:   What madness!  Here?  I knew it well!

CYRANO (smiling and sitting up):   What now?

LE BRET:   He has brought his death by coming; Madame。

ROXANE:   God!   Ah; then! that faintness of a moment since。 。 。?

CYRANO:   Why; true!  It interrupted the 'Gazette:'   。 。 。Saturday; twenty…sixth; at dinner…time;   Assassination of De Bergerac。

(He takes off his hat; they see his head bandaged。)

ROXANE:   What says he?  Cyrano!His head all bound!   Ah; what has chanced?  How?Who?。 。 。

CYRANO:   'To be struck down;   Pierced by sword i' the heart; from a hero's hand!'   That I had dreamed。  O mockery of Fate!   Killed; I! of all menin an ambuscade!   Struck from behind; and by a lackey's hand!   'Tis very well。  I am foiled; foiled in all;   Even in my death。

RAGUENEAU:   Ah; Monsieur!。 。 。

CYRANO (holding out his hand to him):   Ragueneau;   Weep not so bitterly!。 。 。What do you now;   Old comrade?

RAGUENEAU (amid his tears):   Trim the lights for Moliere's stage。

CYRANO:   Moliere!

RAGUENEAU:   Yes; but I shall leave to…morrow。   I cannot bear it!Yesterday; they played   'Scapin'I saw he'd thieved a scene from you!

LE BRET:   What! a whole scene?

RAGUENEAU:   Oh; yes; indeed; Monsieur;   The famous one; 'Que Diable allait…il faire?'

LE BRET:   Moliere has stolen that?

CYRANO:   Tut!  He did well!。 。 。 (to Ragueneau):   How went the scene?  It toldI think it told?

RAGUENEAU (sobbing):   Ah! how they laughed!

CYRANO:   Look you; it was my life   To be the prompter every one forgets! (To Roxane):   That night when 'neath your window Christian spoke   Under your balcony; you remember?  Well!   There was the allegory of my whole life:   I; in the shadow; at the ladder's foot;   While others lightly mount to Love and Fame!   Just! very just!  Here on the threshold drear   Of death; I pay my tribute with the rest;   To Moliere's genius;Christian's fair face! (The chapel…bell chimes。  The nuns are seen passing down the alley at the back; to say their office):   Let them go pray; go pray; when the bell rings!

ROXANE (rising and calling):   Sister!  Sister!

CYRANO (holding her fast):   Call no one。  Leave me not;   When you come back; I should be gone for aye。 (The nuns have all entered the chapel。  The organ sounds):   I was somewhat fain for musichark! 'tis come。

ROXANE:   Live; for I love you!

CYRANO:   No; In fairy tales   When to the ill…starred Prince the lady says   'I love you!' all his ugliness fades fast   But I remain the same; up to the last!

ROXANE:   I have marred your lifeI; I!

CYRANO:   You blessed my life!   Never on me had rested woman's love。   My mother even could not find me fair:   I had no sister; and; when grown a man;   I feared the mistress who would mock at me。   But I have had your friendshipgrace to you   A woman's charm has passed across my path。

LE BRET (pointing to the moon; which is seen between the trees):   Your other lady…love is come。

CYRANO (smiling):   I see。

ROXANE:   I loved but once; yet twice I lose my love!

CYRANO:   Hark you; Le Bret!  I soon shall reach the moon。   To…night; alone; with no projectile's aid!。 。 。

LE BRET:   What are you saying?

CYRANO:   I tell you; it is there;   There; that they send me for my Paradise;   There I shall find at last the souls I love;   In exile;GalileoSocrates!

LE BRET (rebelliously):   No; no!  It is too clumsy; too unjust!   So great a heart!  So great a poet!  Die   Like this? what; die。 。 。?

CYRANO:   Hark to Le Bret; who scolds!

LE BRET (weeping):   Dear friend。 。 。

CYRANO (starting up; his eyes wild):   What ho!  Cadets of Gascony!   The elemental massah yes!  The hic。 。 。

LE BRET:   His science stillhe raves!

CYRANO:   Copernicus   Said。 。 。

ROXANE:   Oh!

CYRANO:   Mais que diable allait…il faire;   Mais que diable allait…il faire dans cette galere?。 。 。   Philosopher; metaphysician;   Rhymer; brawler; and musician;   Famed for his lunar expedition;   And the unnumbered duels he fought;   And lover also;by interposition!   Here lies Hercule Savinien   De Cyrano de Bergerac;   Who was everything; yet was naught。   I cry you pardon; but I may not stay;   See; the moon…ray that comes to call me hence! (He has fallen back in his chair; the sobs of Roxane recall him to reality; he looks long at her; and; touching her veil):   I would not bid you mourn less faithfully   That good; brave Christian:  I would only ask   That when my body shall be cold in clay   You wear those sable mourning weeds for two;   And mourn awhile for me; in mourning him。

ROXANE:   I swear it you!。 。 。

CYRANO (shivering violently; then suddenly rising):   Not there! what; seated?no! (They spring toward him):   Let no one hold me up (He props himself against the tree):   Only the tree! (Silence):   It comes。  E'en now my feet have turned to stone;   My hands are gloved with lead! (He stands erect):   But since Death comes;   I meet him still afoot; (He draws his sword):   And sword in hand!

LE BRET:   Cyrano!

ROXANE (half fainting):   Cyrano!

(All shrink back in terror。)

CYRANO:   Why; I well believe   He dares to mock my nose?  Ho! insolent! (He raises his sword):   What say you?  It is useless?  Ay; I know   But who fights ever hoping for success?   I fought for lost cause; and for fruitless quest!   You there; who are you!You are thousands!   Ah!   I know you now; old enemies of mine!   Falsehood! (He strikes in air with his sword):   Have at you!  Ha! and Compromise!   Prejudice; Treachery!。 。 。 (He strikes):   Surrender; I?   Parley?  No; never!  You too; Folly;you?   I know that you will lay me low at last;   Let be!  Yet I fall fighting; fighting still! (He makes passes in the air; and stops; breathless):   You strip from me the laurel and the rose!   Take all!  Despite you there is yet one thing   I hold against you all; and when; to…night;   I enter Christ's fair courts; and; lowly bowed;   Sweep with doffed casque the heavens' threshold blue;   One thing is left; that; void of stain or smutch;   I bear away despite you。

(He springs forward; his sword raised; it falls from his hand; he staggers; falls back into the arms of Le Bret and Ragueneau。)

ROXANE (bending and kissing his forehead):   'Tis?。 。 。

CYRANO (opening his eyes; recognizing her; and smiling):   MY PANACHE。


Curtain。








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