Cyrano de Bergerac
But the cool, quiet pipe our goatherds play!
Listen – the forest glens…the hills…the downs…
The green sweetness of night on the Dordogne…
Listen, you Gascons! It is all Gascoyne!...
(Every head is bowed; every eye cast down. Here and there a tear is furtively brushed away with the back of a hand, the corner of a cloak.) >CARBON (Softly to Cyrano)
You make them weep –
For homesickness – a hunger
More noble than that hunger of the flesh;
It is their hearts now that are starving. (IV. 95-101)
So it is!...Well – a poet while he writes
Is like a lover in his lady’s arms,
Believing his imagination – all
Seems true – you understand? There’s half the charm
Of writing – Now, this letter as you see
I have made so pathetic that I wept
While I was writing it!
You – wept?
Why, yes –
Because…it is a little thing to die,
But – not to see her…that is terrible!
And I shall never –
(Christian looks at him.)
We shall never –
Will never –
CHRISTIAN(Snatches the letter.)
Give me that! (IV. 215-225)
You do not altogether know me…Dear,
There is more of me than there was –with this
I can love more of you – more of what makes
You your own self – Truly!...If you were less
- Less charming – ugly even –
I should love you still. (IV. 458-463)