. Pray God! CARBON: ROXANE: And bids accept. And this, my boy, is the theater where they I send this missive to apprise your ear. CYRANO (who, while speaking, had drawn him to the other side Where? Oh-ho! DE GUICHE: the ridge.). awhile. Pray, Sir. . Beloved Book Characters for Kids of All Ages, Audiobooks Read By Your Favorite Celebrities, The Ultimate Guide to Adult Coloring Books. No! I thank you. seeing her, signs to her to approach.). Then you have his letters by heart? LIGNIERE (aside to Christian): Ragueneau's cook and pastry-shop. delight): Ah! Let the world go burn! Ah! THE CADET: Those airs slow, slow ascending, as the smoke-wreaths . And of how fantastic a presence! out): CYRANO (still reciting): The Duke's furred mantles trail within their folds let it be so!. graceful (She runs toward him crying): call me plotter, wily courtier! To read poetry, 'tis better here. (He springs forward, his sword raised; it falls from his hand; roof, the entrance of which is visible through the open shutter. (He rises. that makes one! . . The news he carries to the enemy CHRISTIAN (raising his head, sees Roxane, and catches Ligniere Pooh! It will suit. DE GUICHE (looking at the cadets, ranged behind Cyrano): closes the rear, bewildered, having made a hasty toilet): The verses that should, bird-like, fly! not for crack of doom! Assume thou, Cyrano, to serve the turn, Give room!--Good sport!--Make place!--Fair play!--No noise! What mean you to question him on, as is your wont, to-night? You march victorious,--I go in your shadow; CHRISTIAN (going to Cyrano, eagerly): They will not rest until they see you! RAGUENEAU (serving them): Hark now, if this again be not LIGNIERE: CYRANO (same play): Without withdrawing! Hiding the holes in their hats, forsooth! (He has fallen back in his chair; the sobs of Roxane recall him He!. FIRST LACKEY (taking from his pocket a candle-end, which he how quick a man feels at his ease with them!. . ROXANE (aloud, with despair): I hear a shot! . I knew it well! --I'll go see what they do--there, at the end Make friends,--and fawn upon your frequent friends No, grammercy! That was a trifle short! .What has chanced? Take it, and change feigned love-words into true; The farce Italian to this Spanish drama! dare venture battle over the edge of the ramparts): Famed for his lunar expedition, What, ho! 'O' th' knuckles! No, no, 'tis false; a hungry stomach has no ears. Ay, if the Spaniards knew, 'twere ill for us, ANOTHER (clapping him on the shoulder): The letters--you! Come, come!. To punish and chastise a rhymster sot. .of the 'Court Gazette'! (He holds up a shoulder of mutton): Lie at the gate in darkness. standing up in the boxes. They'd make a stirring book! I am well pleased to see their pain change its viscera. . I have drawn my pikemen up in line. Roxane, in her short frock, was Madeleine. To--pray for me, to-night, at chapel-time! (Roxane flings herself down by Christian. Dost begin, sweet, Ah! . Of the 'Clorise!' .' At the time, it was usual for a baptism to take place within 3 days of birth and in Paris, with easy access to a priest, it would have been possible that it happened on the same day. back): . A SPANISH OFFICER (uncovering): THE POETS (with mouths crammed full): 'Twere too unjust! THE PAGES (reappearing at back--to Cyrano): Oh, ay, for their first meal o' the day! but his sword still holds them all in check; Of this poor heart, which the cruel wanton boy. Cyrano's uneasiness Gentlemen!. . (The tremolo grows more and more weird): Baskets full of skeins and balls of wool. And we provoke . . Adored his Queen, as loyally as I,-- ), (They all sit down again and take up their games.). . then. Window and balcony over the Nay, on my word stomach--were it but a nut! next, women in costume, Castel Crabioules. Barthenoide!--Alcandre!--Gremione!--. . dice-boxes remain suspended in their hands, the smoke of their They tear open and turn out the contents of the 'Who worships thee'. . ROXANE (coming out on to the balcony): Thus Espérance Bellanger was thirty-three years old, Abel de Cyrano around fifty-two. And doff my hat at th' mad knight-errant's name. I never can. For your new exploit noised so loud abroad. Never! When, on this letter, which he never wrote, In truth, I seem to speak from distant heights! Pst. Your play!--your 'Agrippine!' CYRANO: . Walks in the garden with a visitor. But I remain the same, up to the last! himself upright, bearing heavily on his cane. I see you've managed with a fond research Through the glass of the door the silhouettes of (To the monk): Phoebus well loves to suck that marrow up! Thus ruin was Good-night. But why a hundred men 'gainst one poor rhymer? What mean you? (He points with his cane to the drunkard): Here's occasion But for principle--example too,-- . as an escort, --Bid him to write. CYRANO (imitating Christian--in a whisper): I am he who loved, who loves you,--I. . CYRANO: d'Escarabiot, Chevalier d'Antignac-Juzet, Baron Hillot de The King's! they go. .may be! . aged, walks by her side. . . Communion perfumed like the spring's wild flowers,-- surprise for us this night. THE CADET (slightly drunk): . (Looking lovingly at Roxane): Orange drink? CYRANO: Magdaleine Robin--Roxane, so called! Never healed up--not healed yet, my old wound! MORDIOUS!. (He rises and throws a bag on the stage): Yes, cousin, he is of your regiment! .the same thing! CYRANO: Give here! DE GUICHE (taking him by the arm and shaking him): My carriage was fired at . approaching.). LISE (to the musketeer, who has merely bowed in answer to home. Light as my Lady o'er the stones of Paris!. To hear that well-known jest! Ah, the scoundrels! But no!--Monsieur de CYRANO: . MOTHER MARGUERITE: A SENTINEL (on the rampart): DE GUICHE (taking the scarf): tale again. here! THE CADET (with a low reverence): LE BRET: ROXANE (choking): in the alleys, and half cover the steps and benches. Bravo, pages--ha! DE GUICHE (springing up): . ROXANE: .but cakes? . Come!. Histoire militaire au XVIIe siècle. RAGUENEAU (amid his tears): MOTHER MARGUERITE (to Sister Martha): A handsome couple, son, made one by you! DE GUICHE (overcome by curiosity, sitting down on the .I, perchance, too little knew him! . How mean you to play your revenge on Cyrano? RAGUENEAU (making passes with a spit that he catches up): What a thing to see!--that garret! The SENTINEL (who is on the redoubt): The small gold stars, that, wrapped up in my cloak, Acredita-se que, por volta de 1640, ele começou um romance com Charles Coypeau d'Assoucy, um escritor e músico, relacionamento que parece ter se estendido até por volta de 1653, quando eles iniciaram uma amarga rivalidade. .I dare not!. when suddenly . They find their way at once? Baron de Peyrescous de Colignac! Ho-o-o-o-h! feathers): . You adore me? .suddenly, from out a window Ha! --of pride, of aspiration, CYRANO (taking it): . What's wrong with your hand? cheat him DE GUICHE (putting a hand to his face): . (Hastily correcting himself): THE CROWD (calling outside): (With a burst of rage): I go on the stage! . Left, Le Bret, Ragueneau, Cyrano, etc.). all of you! (Seeing Lise enter): . Hush! Thus to act a part, 'Faith! . Here comes the buffet-girl! what a beauty in September's close! . ROXANE: Too fair! fearing to . give an account of where you were going, Madame? (Confidentially): Instead of sipping in a pygmy glass CYRANO: Tell me quickly! Ay! Let's sit. La, la! (He puts his head in): Now, would you credit it, that as I fell D'Assoucy waits me at the tavern, and here one dies of . (Ligniere seizes it): CARBON: Ah?. THE YOUNG MAN (to his father): On both sides of the stage are benches. A PAGE (in the pit): RAGUENEAU (in a low voice, smiling): ROXANE (laughing): Footlights. And half a macaroon! he himself. But pluck them from no garden but thine own!' THE DUENNA: Embracing then CYRANO (appearing at the top): and wings of guinea-fowl. CYRANO: You have put the cleft o' th' loaves in the wrong place; know 'Neath the limes in the Place Royale. The lady comes CYRANO (throwing him the book which he is carrying): (Weeping quietly): ONE OF THE FENCERS (receiving a thrust): My dear! He is bald! I have paid my company--'tis mine. he staggers, falls back into the arms of Le Bret and the coming Sir, some one asks for you. LE BRET: He said, . Ay, I say! LIGNIERE: stage): CYRANO: Cyrano: Hist! RAGUENEAU (to second poet): Anon shall o'clock? (She smiles): Leave me alone with him! Like “Oui, je veux être aimé moi-même, ou pas du tout!” ― Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac. CYRANO (quite reassured): little man, joyously excited): DE GUICHE (who has controlled himself--smiling): Of madness,--when your mouths are sure to meet CYRANO (intercepting him): . no protector. (He sees Le Bret): A sound of dead illusions, vain regrets, . . Did grant a kiss--the Queen herself! It be to you unwelcome. Eight bleeding brigand carcasses strew the pavements there--all For the insult done to you when, frivolous, CYRANO (starting): the assassins that I fear for him! RAGUENEAU (drawing them farther): LE BRET (tenderly): . [note 20] He drinks, diligently frequents the Rue Glatigny, called Val d'amour, because of the women who sell pleasure there,[note 21] gambles, roams the sleeping city to frighten the bourgeois or forge signs, provokes the watch, gets into debt and links himself with that literary Bohemia which centered around Tristan L'Hermite and Saint-Amant and cultivated the memory of Théophile and his impious lyricism. they are all gone crazy? (Hubbub. (In a comically loud voice): DE GUICHE: There was an error retrieving your Wish Lists. I slaughter every man of you. CYRANO: Applause in the boxes. (He points to a row of pikes, the tops of which are seen over ', (All rise; sounds of swords and belts being buckled. Know then that the ballade should contain . (She lays all out on the grass, aided by the two imperturbable Come! It happened thus: (To himself): These gentlemen had sworn they witnessed it. . 'Tis they . Ugly! away! . . However, the actual date remains unknown. But 'tis sheer madness! (A sound of stringed instruments approaching.). RAGUENEAU (showing them the door on the right): 'Tis a friend of my wife--a terrible warrior--at least so says . Ah, was not his a beauteous soul, a soul . Let us start! Pokes yet a quarter-mile ahead of me; me! It must annoy you, dipping in your cup; at the letter. Play a long time,--and play out of tune! and follow them.). Old country airs with plaintive rhythm recurring, But I saw Sister Martha take a plum Of the post: speak to her, and then let her choose . . CYRANO: CYRANO (losing command over himself--aside): (Addressing himself to the cadets): . Did I not forbid you to show your face here for And I would not by weeping turn to laughter .? To make a grasshopper, with springs of steel, While others lightly mount to Love and Fame! That in the Burgundy Hotel, 'faith! SISTER MARTHA: To carve this fine Italian sausage--thus! that I have come to see! Steps come! Or a fly, that takes the air there? THE VISCOUNT DE VALVERT (shrugging his shoulders): In this room a table is laid. How? ANOTHER: . At the same two drops! The spits are turning. If made with cream, Sir, I love them passing well. Free in his thoughts, as in his actions free! A perspective of I rose in air, straight! An if you deem that Cupid be so cruel I was up there, the first night of the 'Cid. Be terrorized by every prating paper? [note 19]. CHRISTIAN: . Wielded by some brave adversary--die ANOTHER: . ROXANE: I saw. Die CYRANO: Who sports with our poor hearts!. LIGNIERE (severely): Good. Captain!. At the envoi's end, I touch. I shall not let you go ere twilight falls. ANOTHER CADET: CYRANO: I will throw full in his face my. . CHRISTIAN: (then the glass of water): the first love was best! . CYRANO: A tippler may well quaff his Burgundy stealing . Adown this nose a tear its passage tracing! Each enemy--another fold--a gopher, But how handsome still, despite his .scruples grimed and dull! and Compromise! For 'tis within my heart they find their home; Por ocasião da estréia da peça, mediante o estrondoso sucesso, a esposa de Edmond Rostand, a também escritora Rosemonde Gérard escreveria, em seu livro Edmond Rostand: "Por que o teatro e a poesia trocarão um sorriso infinito ao constatar que depois de tantas obras-primas pode surgir uma, ao mesmo tempo clássica e moderna, reunindo todas e ultrapassando-as a tal ponto que jamais o teatro havia ido tão longe na poesia nem a poesia tão perto do teatro?"[1]. No, grammercy! True, far above; at such a height 'twere death Rotrou erewhile. . CHRISTIAN: Lesbas . CHRISTIAN: A circle of curious spectators in the pit; the To sue for pardon, now that death may come!) Nothing!. people talk ground. --With frame aweary climbing stairs?--a skin For its mad beating!--Ay, A LACKEY (entering): .unknot those tangled sentiments! My scabbard soon will render up its blade! retinue. Nay, not yet. . RAGUENEAU: Good, good! gentlemen, 'Tis from a worthy lord. LISE: Look up but at her stars! And, shortly, you shall see what you shall see! This vile protuberance can inspire my heart! ROXANE: ALL TOGETHER (beside themselves): . With my poor ugly devil of a nose Cut over--feint! (To Roxane): Of death, I pay my tribute with the rest, Know you what such a moment holds for me? DE GUICHE (on the rampart--to the cadets--with fury): scene, and remain where they are. The French bring the provisions into camp! ramparts.). What were we saying? That night, when, in a voice all new to me, 'Twas a parlous fearsome giant that was the author of such . MOTHER MARGUERITE: Grow pale, fear, calculate? where? ladies who enter the boxes, bowing low to them. . CYRANO: .What's the cakes off the trays.). I go then! . Then? . Oh, ay! . . Sentinels at different points. CYRANO (looking at him, with his hand on his shoulder): ROXANE: (Silence. (Shrugging her shoulders): will wager you a day's music,' says he!--And lost it! DE GUICHE: For this cause;-- Well, if that moment's come for us--suppose it! Must I wrap them up? . No, never! In support of this hypothesis, he notes that both had families from Sens, a lawyer father and religious brothers and sisters, that the elder only liked youths and in regard to the women of Montpellier who accused him in 1656 of neglecting them, he wrote that "all of that has no more foundation than their fanciful imagination, already concerned, which had taught them the long-time habits [that he] had had with C[hapelle], late D[e] B[ergerac] and late C."[note 22], Cyrano's homosexuality was first explicitly hypothesized by Jacques Prévot in 1978. (The porter opens the doors; a view of old Paris in the moonlight oh! For Cupid's cruel dart, A point upon my lips, a point within my heart. . I have writ it and He who has seen her smile has known perfection, Oh, see! The wounded try to rise. CUIGY: . He is so droll!--It's cheerful when he comes!-- DE GUICHE: (He rushes forward, followed by a few survivors): No! .? What? . preoccupied, and keeps looking at the boxes.). The gift to say--all that perchance you feel. We have our pockets full, CYRANO (clapping him on the shoulder): and go out. Ventrebieu! Ay, have we, and peas withal! .All that the pipe called forth the drum has chased . . 'I love thee!'. CYRANO (hastily opening his eyes): . A pen!. CYRANO (beaming with joy): 'Tis she! The victory's ours! (He turns pale, flushes, makes as if to fall on Christian): ANOTHER (in a hollow voice, darting on all-fours from under ANOTHER (shutting door right): You there, who are you!--You are thousands! Take notice, boobies all, month? RAGUENEAU: visible. That nose--Cyrano? LIGNIERE (introducing him to Christian): . Arms strewn ), MONTFLEURY (after bowing low, begins the part of Phedon): CYRANO (recognizing him): CYRANO: I am grieved to the core of the heart. DE GUICHE: Will first present you, Sir, to me? .If he knows my voice! The cadets fall on all sides.). Other tables Thus, 'faith! One sees long after a red blot on all things-- No! 'tis naught!-- footlights, and divide them for torches): Oh! good! CYRANO (finishing his macaroon): . . . the muskets leveled at me;--then, with melancholy but withal very The smoke is Gascons! (Tumult outside. sing.). go serenade Montfleury for me! And how know you I cannot speak?-- CYRANO (in despair. You hold your tongue, Monsieur de Bergerac! No, no! Master Balthazar Baro. Will, if you heed them only, turn your head!. And prompt your words to you. actresses on the officers' arms--the actors. Nothing now, I swear! It is ill done to tempt me thus! . CYRANO (aside--drawing his sword): CYRANO: --Ah, Lise, see here! Este texto é disponibilizado nos termos da licença. And you?. Blown gently windward by old ladies' sighs? . LIGNIERE: Your other lady-love is come. No, no! sentence): O heavens!. behind his ear and a book in his hand): I never will, while of myself I'm master, (Cyrano tries to draw away his hand): CYRANO (turning his chair toward the boxes gallantly): serves him.). CYRANO: For the indiscreet Said,--what, I know not--fever, meningitis!-- LE BRET: . Nessas histórias, ele é sempre retratado com um grande nariz, em especial na peça feita por Edmond Rostand sobre sua vida. CYRANO (aside--suddenly cooled): Let us hear these verses! . He is not ill to look at, but certes, he is not costumed in the CYRANO: . Dedicate verse to bankers?--play buffoon THE DUENNA: ROXANE: Let me but go, and I will deliver you a secret. look unconscious! You have time enough! single word! 'Tis naught!--Oh, you know how he sees LE BRET (after a silence, taking his arm): . The Cardinal! What ho! --This comes of leaving it in idleness! A well-curled pate, and witless tongue, perchance! Must I repeat? Nothing, besides, could--scissors?--In my bag! In 1636, his father sold Mauvières and Bergerac to Antoine Balestrier, Lord of Arbalestre, and returned to Paris to live with his family in "a modest dwelling at the top of the great Rue du Faubourg Saint-Jacques close to the Crossing"[36] (parish of Saint-Jacques and Saint-Philippe), a short distance from the Collège de Lisieux. (She takes his hand): .Paris wrapped in night! wise Penelope 'Tis of brioche pastry. But your camp air is keen; I myself am famished. CYRANO: Let's take them with us! Somente em 1638 adiciona “de Bergerac” a seu nome, inspirado nas terras que sua família teria possuído. Divinity in every careless gesture; Makes sheep's eyes at their boxes--goggling frog! SISTER CLAIRE (looking at him):
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