Cyrano de Bergerac
(After a silence, draws Cyrano’s arm through his own.)
Tell this to all the world – And then to me
Say very softly that…She loves you not. (II. 459-461)
Do you not know
I am her brother? Come!
Hers – Roxane!
(Hurries to him.)
Her cousin. Much the same.
And she has told you?...
She loves me?
Christian: (Takes both his hands.)
My dear sir – more than I can say,
I am honored –
This is rather sudden.
Forgive me – (II. 526-532)
CYRANO (change of tone)
Roxane expects a letter –
Not from me?
Yes. Why not?
Once I write, that ruins all!
Because…because I am a fool!
Stupid enough to hang myself!
But no –
You are no fool; you call yourself a fool,
There’s proof enough in that. Besides, you did not
Attack me like a fool.
Bah! Any one
Can pick quarrel. Yes, I have a sort
Of rough and ready soldier’s tongue. I know
That. But with any woman – paralyzed,
Speechless, dumb. I can only look at them.
Yet sometimes, when I go away, their eyes…
Why not their hearts, if you would wait and see?
No. I am one of those – I know – those men
Who never can make love.
Strange…Now it seems
I, if I gave my mind to it, I might
Perhaps make love well.
Oh, if I had words
To say what I have here!
If I could be
A handsome little Musketeer with eyes!
Besides – you know Roxane – how sensitive –
One rough word, and the sweet illusion – gone!
I wish you might be my interpreter.
I wish I had your wit –
Borrow it, then!
Your beautiful young manhood – lend me that,
And we two make one hero of romance! (II. 536 – 560)