Cyrano de Bergerac
It grew dark,
You could not see your hand before your eyes.
I marched on, thinking how, all for the sake
Of one old souse
(They slowly sit down, watching him.)
who wrote a bawdy song
Whenever he took –
A noseful –
(Everyone rises. CHRISTIAN balances himself
on two legs of his chair.)
- Took a notion.
Whenever he took a notion – For his sake,
I might antagonize some dangerous man,
One powerful enough to make me pay –
Through the nose –
CYRANO (wipes the sweat from his forehead.)
- Pay the Piper. After all,
I thought, why am I putting in my –
- My oar…Why am I putting in my oar?
The quarrel’s none of mine. However – now
I am here, I may as well go through with it.
Come Gascon – do your duty! – Suddenly
A sword flashed in the dark. I caught it fair –
On the nose –
On my blade. Before I knew it,
There I was –
Rubbing noses –
CYRANO (pale and smiling)
With half a score at once. I handed one –
A nosegay – (II. 494-509)
Now we are allowed to talk about his nose! (calls)
Hey, Lise! Come here – (affectedly)
Snf! What a horrid smell!
What is it?...
(Plants himself in front of CYRANO, and looks at his nose in an impolite manner.)
You ought to know about such things;
What seems to have died around here?
CYRANO (knocks him backward over a bench.)
(Joy. The Cadets have found their old CYRANO again. General disturbance.)
CHRISTIAN (Desperately, restraining her)
No, not again – I do not love you –
ROXANE (Settles back)
That is better…
I adore you!
(Rises and moves away)
I grow absurd.
And that displeases me
As much as if you had grown ugly. (III. 186-189)