cyrano de bergerac-第14部分
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rself; and this obedience Will be by Heaven well recompensed。 Receive; Fair lady; all assurance of respect; From him who ever was; and still remains; Your humble and obligedet cetera。'
THE FRIAR (with great delight): O worthy lord! I knew naught was to fear; It could be but holy business!
ROXANE (to Christian; in a low voice): Am I not apt at reading letters?
CHRISTIAN: Hum!
ROXANE (aloud; with despair): But this is horrible!
THE FRIAR (who has turned his lantern on Cyrano): 'Tis you?
CHRISTIAN: 'Tis I!
THE FRIAR (turning the light on to him; and as if a doubt struck him on seeing his beauty): But。 。 。
ROXANE (quickly): I have overlooked the postscriptsee: 'Give twenty pistoles for the Convent。'
THE FRIAR: 。 。 。Oh! Most worthy lord! (To Roxane): Submit you?
ROXANE (with a martyr's look): I submit! (While Ragueneau opens the door; and Christian invites the friar to enter; she whispers to Cyrano): Oh; keep De Guiche at bay! He will be here! Let him not enter till。 。 。
CYRANO: I understand! (To the friar): What time need you to tie the marriage…knot?
THE FRIAR: A quarter of an hour。
CYRANO (pushing them all toward the house): Go! I stay。
ROXANE (to Christian): Come!。 。 。
(They enter。)
CYRANO: Now; how to detain De Guiche so long? (He jumps on the bench; climbs to the balcony by the wall): Come!。 。 。up I go!。 。 。I have my plan!。 。 。 (The lutes begin to play a very sad air): What; ho! (The tremolo grows more and more weird): It is a man! ay! 'tis a man this time! (He is on the balcony; pulls his hat over his eyes; takes off his sword; wraps himself in his cloak; then leans over): 'Tis not too high! (He strides across the balcony; and drawing to him a long branch of one of the trees that are by the garden wall; he hangs on to it with both hands; ready to let himself fall): I'll shake this atmosphere!
Scene 3。XI。
Cyrano; De Guiche。
DE GUICHE (who enters; masked; feeling his way in the dark): What can that cursed Friar be about?
CYRANO: The devil!。 。 。If he knows my voice! (Letting go with one hand; he pretends to turn an invisible key。 Solemnly): Cric! Crac! Assume thou; Cyrano; to serve the turn; The accent of thy native Bergerac!。 。 。
DE GUICHE (looking at the house): 'Tis there。 I see dim;this mask hinders me! (He is about to enter; when Cyrano leaps from the balcony; holding on to the branch; which bends; dropping him between the door and De Guiche; he pretends to fall heavily; as from a great height; and lies flat on the ground; motionless; as if stunned。 De Guiche starts back): What's this? (When he looks up; the branch has sprung back into its place。 He sees only the sky; and is lost in amazement): Where fell that man from?
CYRANO (sitting up; and speaking with a Gascon accent): From the moon!
DE GUICHE: From?。 。 。
CYRANO (in a dreamy voice): What's o'clock?
DE GUICHE: He's lost his mind; for sure!
CYRANO: What hour? What country this? What month? What day?
DE GUICHE: But。 。 。
CYRANO: I am stupefied!
DE GUICHE: Sir!
CYRANO: Like a bomb I fell from the moon!
DE GUICHE (impatiently): Come now!
CYRANO (rising; in a terrible voice): I say;the moon!
DE GUICHE (recoiling): Good; good! let it be so!。 。 。He's raving mad!
CYRANO (walking up to him): I say from the moon! I mean no metaphor!。 。 。
DE GUICHE: But。 。 。
CYRANO: Was't a hundred yearsa minute; since? I cannot guess what time that fall embraced! That I was in that saffron…colored ball?
DE GUICHE (shrugging his shoulders): Good! let me pass!
CYRANO (intercepting him): Where am I? Tell the truth! Fear not to tell! Oh; spare me not! Where? where? Have I fallen like a shooting star?
DE GUICHE: Morbleu!
CYRANO: The fall was lightning…quick! no time to choose Where I should fallI know not where it be! Oh; tell me! Is it on a moon or earth; that my posterior weight has landed me?
DE GUICHE: I tell you; Sir。 。 。
CYRANO (with a screech of terror; which makes De Guiche start back): No? Can it be? I'm on A planet where men have black faces?
DE GUICHE (putting a hand to his face): What?
CYRANO (feigning great alarm): Am I in Africa? A native you?
DE GUICHE (who has remembered his mask): This mask of mine。 。 。
CYRANO (pretending to be reassured): In Venice? ha!or Rome? DE GUICHE (trying to pass): A lady waits。 。
CYRANO (quite reassured): Oh…ho! I am in Paris!
DE GUICHE (smiling in spite of himself): The fool is comical!
CYRANO: You laugh?
DE GUICHE: I laugh; But would get by!
CYRANO (beaming with joy): I have shot back to Paris! (Quite at ease; laughing; dusting himself; bowing): Comepardon meby the last water…spout; Covered with ether;accident of travel! My eyes still full of star…dust; and my spurs Encumbered by the planets' filaments! (Picking something off his sleeve): Ha! on my doublet?ah; a comet's hair!。 。 。
(He puffs as if to blow it away。)
DE GUICHE (beside himself): Sir!。 。 。
CYRANO (just as he is about to pass; holds out his leg as if to show him something and stops him): In my legthe calfthere is a tooth Of the Great Bear; and; passing Neptune close; I would avoid his trident's point; and fell; Thus sitting; plump; right in the Scales! My weight Is marked; still registered; up there in heaven! (Hurriedly preventing De Guiche from passing; and detaining him by the button of his doublet): I swear to you that if you squeezed my nose It would spout milk!
DE GUICHE: Milk?
CYRANO: From the Milky Way!
DE GUICHE: Oh; go to hell!
CYRANO (crossing his arms): I fall; Sir; out of heaven! Now; would you credit it; that as I fell I saw that Sirius wears a nightcap? True! (Confidentially): The other Bear is still too small to bite。 (Laughing): I went through the Lyre; but I snapped a cord; (Grandiloquent): I mean to write the whole thing in a book; The small gold stars; that; wrapped up in my cloak; I carried safe away at no small risks; Will serve for asterisks i' the printed page!
DE GUICHE: Come; make an end! I want。 。 。
CYRANO: Oh…ho! You are sly!
DE GUICHE: Sir!
CYRANO: You would worm all out of me!the way The moon is made; and if men breathe and live In its rotund cucurbita?
DE GUICHE (angrily): No; no! I want。 。 。
CYRANO: Ha; ha!to know how I got up? Hark; it was by a method all my own。
DE GUICHE (wearied): He's mad!
CYRANO(contemptuously): No! not for me the stupid eagle Of Regiomontanus; nor the timid Pigeon of Archytasneither of those!
DE GUICHE: Ay; 'tis a fool! But 'tis a learned fool!
CYRANO: No imitator I of other men! (De Guiche has succeeded in getting by; and goes toward Roxane's door。 Cyrano follows him; ready to stop him by force): Six novel methods; all; this brain invented!
DE GUICHE (turning round): Six?
CYRANO (volubly): First; with body naked as your hand; Festooned about with crystal flacons; full O' th' tears the early morning dew distils; My body to the sun's fierce rays exposed To let it suck me up; as 't sucks the dew! DE GUICHE (surprised; making one step toward Cyrano): Ah! that makes one!
CYRANO (stepping back; and enticing him further away): And then; the second way; To generate windfor my impetus To rarefy air; in a cedar case; By mirrors placed icosahedron…wise。
DE GUICHE (making another step): Two!
CYRANO (still stepping backward): Orfor I have some mechanic skill To make a grasshopper; with springs of steel; And launch myself by quick succeeding fires Saltpeter…fed to the stars' pastures blue!
DE GUICHE (unconsciously following him and counting on his fingers): Three!
CYRANO: Or (since fumes have property to mount) To charge a globe with fumes; sufficiently To carry me aloft!
DE GUICHE (same play; more and more astonished): Well; that makes four!
CYRANO: Or smear myself with marrow from a bull; Since; at the lowest point of Zodiac; Phoebus well loves to suck that marrow up!
DE GUICHE (amazed): Five!
CYRANO (who; while speaking; had drawn him to the other side of the square near a bench): Sitting on an iron platformthence To throw a magnet in the air。 This is A method well conceivedthe magnet flown; Infallibly the iron will pursue: Then quick! relaunch your magnet; and you thus Can mount and mount unmeasured distances!
DE GUICHE: Here are six excellent expedients! Which of the six chose you?
CYRANO: Why; none!a seventh!
DE GUICHE: Astonishing! What was it?
CYRANO: I'll recount。
DE GUICHE: This wild eccentric becomes interesting!
CYRANO (making a noise like the waves; with weird gestures): Houuh! Houuh!
DE GUICHE: Well。
CYRANO: You have guessed?
DE GUICHE: Not I!
CYRANO: The tide! I' th' witching hour when the moon woos the wave; I laid me; fresh from a sea…bath; on the shore And; failing not to put head foremostfor The hair holds the sea…water in its mesh I rose in air; straight! straight! like angel's flight; And mounted; mounted; gently; effortless;。 。 。 When lo! a sudden shock! Then。 。 。
DE GUICHE (overcome by curiosity; sitting down on the bench): Then?
CYRANO: Oh! then。 。 。 (Suddenly returning to his natural voice): The quarter's goneI'll hinder you no more: The marriage…vows are made。
DE GUICHE (springing up): What? Am I mad? That voice? (The house…door opens。 Lackeys appear carrying lighted candelabra。 Light。 Cyrano gracefully uncovers): That noseCyrano?
CYRANO (bowing): Cyrano。 While we were chatting; they have plighted troth。
DE GUICHE: Who? (He turns round。 Tableau。 Behind the lackeys appear Roxane and Christian; holding each other by the hand。 The friar follows them; smiling。 Ragueneau also holds a candlestick。 The duenna closes the rear; bewildered; having made a hasty toilet): Heavens!
Scene 3。XII。
The same。 Roxane; Christian; the friar; Ragueneau; lackeys; the duenna。
DE GUICHE (to Roxane): You? (Recognizing Christian; in amazement): He? (Bowing; with admiratio