Cyrano de Bergerac
There comes one moment, once – and God help those
Who pass that moment by! – when Beauty stands
Looking into the soul with grave, sweet eyes
That sicken at pretty words! (III. 295-298)
All small things that once meant You –
Remember last year, the First of May,
A little before noon, you had your hair
Drawn low, that one time only. Is that strange?
You know how, after looking at the sun,
One sees red suns everywhere – so, for hours
After the flood of sunshine that you are,
My eyes are blinded by your burning hair!
Yes…that is…Love – (III. 308-316)
Oh, this is terrible!
THE CAPUCHIN (Turns the light of his lantern on Cyrano)
You are to be-
I am the bridegroom!
THE CAPUCHIN (Turns his lantern upon Christian; then as if some suspicion crossed his mind, upon seeing the young man so handsome.)
Oh – why, you…
Look here –
"Postscript: Give to the Convent in my name
One hundred and twenty pistols" –
Think of it!
A worthy lord – a very worthy lord!...
(To Roxane, solemnly)
Daughter, resign yourself! (III. 441-446)