Edmond Rostand . Cyrano de Bergerac: A Play in Five Acts
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Scene VI.

[The same, all but De Guiche.]

CHRISTIAN
[(entreatingly)]

   Roxane!


ROXANE

   No!


FIRST CADET
[(to the others)]

   She stays!


ALL
[(hurrying, hustling each other, tidying themselves)]

   A comb! -- Soap! -- My uniform is torn! -- A needle! -- A ribbon! -- Lend your mirror! -- My cuffs! -- Your curling-iron! -- A razor!. . .


ROXANE
[(to Cyrano, who still pleads with her)]

   No! Naught shall make me stir from this spot!


CARBON
[(who, like the others, has been buckling, dusting, brushing his hat, settling his plume, and drawing on his cuffs, advances to Roxane, and ceremoniously)]

   It is perchance more seemly, since things are thus, that I present to you some of these gentlemen



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who are about to have the honor of dying before your eyes.

[(Roxane bows, and stands leaning on Christian's arm, while Carbon introduces the cadets to her)]

   Baron de Peyrescous de Colignac!


THE CADET
[(with a low reverence)]

   Madame. . .


CARBON
[(continuing)]

   Baron de Casterac de Cahuzac, -- Vidame de Malgouyre Estressac Lesbas d'Escarabiot, Chevalier d'Antignac-Juzet, Baron Hillot de Blagnac-Salechan de Castel Crabioules. . .


ROXANE

   But how many names have you each?


BARON HILLOT

   Scores!


CARBON
[(to Roxane)]

   Pray, upon the hand that holds your kerchief.


ROXANE
[(opens her hand, and the handkerchief falls)]

   Why?

[(The whole company start forward to pick it up.)]



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CARBON
[(quickly raising it)]

   My company had no flag. But now, by my faith, they will have the fairest in all the camp!


ROXANE
[(smiling)]

   'Tis somewhat small.


CARBON
[(tying the handkerchief on the staff of his lance)]

   But -- 'tis of lace!


A CADET
[(to the rest)]

   I could die happy, having seen so sweet a face, if I had something in my stomach -- were it but a nut!


CARBON
[(who has overheard, indignantly)]

   Shame on you! What, talk of eating when a lovely woman!. . .


ROXANE

   But your camp air is keen; I myself am famished. Pasties, cold fricassee, old wines -- there is my bill of fare? Pray bring it all here.

[(Consternation.)]

A CADET

   All that?


ANOTHER

   But where on earth find it?




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ROXANE
[(quietly)]

   In my carriage.


ALL

   How?


ROXANE

   Now serve up -- carve! Look a little closer at my coachman, gentlemen, and you will recognize a man most welcome. All the sauces can be sent to table hot, if we will!


THE CADETS
[(rushing pellmell to the carriage)]

   'Tis Ragueneau!

[(Acclamations)]

   Oh, oh!


ROXANE
[(looking after them)]

   Poor fellows!


CYRANO
[(kissing her hand)]

   Kind fairy!


RAGUENEAU
[(standing on the box like a quack doctor at a fair)]

   Gentlemen!. . .

[(General delight.)]

THE CADETS

   Bravo! bravo!




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RAGUENEAU

   . . .The Spaniards, gazing on a lady so dainty fair, overlooked the fare so dainty!. . .

[(Applause.)]

CYRANO
[(in a whisper to Christian)]

   Hark, Christian!


RAGUENEAU

   . . .And, occupied with gallantry, perceived not --

[(His draws a plate from under the seat, and holds it up)]

    -- The galantine!. . .

[(Applause. The galantine passes from hand to hand.)]

CYRANO
[(still whispering to Christian)]

   Prythee, one word!


RAGUENEAU

   And Venus so attracted their eyes that Diana could secretly pass by with --

[(He holds up a shoulder of mutton)]

    -- her fawn!

[(Enthusiasm. Twenty hands are held out to seize the shoulder of mutton.)]

CYRANO
[(in a low whisper to Christian)]

   I must speak to you!




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ROXANE
[(to the cadets, who come down, their arms laden with food)]

   Put it all on the ground!

[(She lays all out on the grass, aided by the two imperturbable lackeys who were behind the carriage.)]

ROXANE
[(to Christian, just as Cyrano is drawing him apart)]

   Come, make yourself of use!

[(Christian comes to help her. Cyrano's uneasiness increases.)]

RAGUENEAU

   Truffled peacock!


FIRST CADET
[(radiant, coming down, cutting a big slice of ham)]

   By the mass! We shall not brave the last hazard without having had a gullet-full! --

[(quickly correcting himself on seeing Roxane)]

    -- Pardon! A Balthazar feast!


RAGUENEAU
[(throwing down the carriage cushions)]

   The cushions are stuffed with ortolans!

[(Hubbub. They tear open and turn out the contents of the cushions. Bursts of laughter -- merriment.)]



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THIRD CADET

   Ah! Viedaze!


RAGUENEAU
[(throwing down to the cadets bottles of red wine)]

   Flasks of rubies! --

[(and white wine)]

    -- Flasks of topaz!


ROXANE
[(throwing a folded tablecloth at Cyrano's head)]

   Unfold me that napkin! -- Come, come! be nimble!


RAGUENEAU
[(waving a lantern)]

   Each of the carriage-lamps is a little larder!


CYRANO
[(in a low voice to Christian, as they arrange the cloth together)]

   I must speak with you ere you speak to her.


RAGUENEAU

   My whip-handle is an Arles sausage!


ROXANE
[(pouring out wine, helping)]

   Since we are to die, let the rest of the army shift for itself. All for the Gascons! And mark! if De Guiche comes, let no one invite him!

[(Going from one to the other)]

   There! there! You have time enough! Do not eat too fast! -- Drink a little. -- Why are you crying?


FIRST CADET

   It is all so good!. . .




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ROXANE

   Tut! -- Red or white? -- Some bread for Monsieur de Carbon! -- a knife! Pass your plate! -- a little of the crust? Some more? Let me help you! -- Some champagne? -- A wing?


CYRANO
[(who follows her, his arms laden with dishes, helping her to wait on everybody)]

   How I worship her!


ROXANE
[(going up to Christian)]

   What will you?


CHRISTIAN

   Nothing.


ROXANE

   Nay, nay, take this biscuit, steeped in muscat; come!. . .but two drops!


CHRISTIAN
[(trying to detain her)]

   Oh! tell me why you came?


ROXANE

   Wait; my first duty is to these poor fellows. -- Hush! In a few minutes. . .


LE BRET
[(who had gone up to pass a loaf on the end of a lance to the sentry on the rampart)]

   De Guiche!




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CYRANO

   Quick! hide flasks, plates, pie-dishes, game-baskets! Hurry! -- Let us all look unconscious!

[(To Ragueneau)]

   Up on your seat! -- Is everything covered up?

[(In an instant all has been pushed into the tents, or hidden under doublets, cloaks, and beavers. De Guiche enters hurriedly -- stops suddenly, sniffing the air. Silence.)]