Act II - Scene IX
CYRANO, LE BRET, the CADETS, CHRISTIAN DE NEUVILLETTE.
[He goes upstage, arm and arm with LE BRET, the two of them talking in low voices.]
[He points to CYRANO, who is talking with LE BRET.]
[There is a silence. All the CADETS stand with crossed arms and look at CHRISTIAN. He rises and goes over to CARBON DE CASTEL-JALOUX, who is talking to an officer, and pretends to see nothing.]
[He turns his back on him.]
[There is complete silence. Everyone slowly rises, looking in terror at CYRANO, who has stopped speaking, dumbfounded. There is a pause.]
[Everyone starts up. CHRISTIAN balances on his chair.]
[The CADETS rush to the doors.]
[All have gone out by different doors; some have left by the staircase. CYRANO and CHRISTIAN are face to face, looking at each other for a moment.]
- A CADET:
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[seated at a table, glass in hand] Cyrano! [CYRANO turns around] Tell the story!
- CYRANO:
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Give me a moment!
- THE CADET:
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[rising and coming downstage] The story of the fight! [He stops at the table where CHRISTIAN is seated.] It will be a good lesson for this timid young apprentice!
- CHRISTIAN:
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[raising his head] Apprentice?
- ANOTHER CADET:
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Yes, you weak northerner!
- CHRISTIAN:
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Weak?
- FIRST CADET:
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[mockingly] Listen, Monsieur de Neuvillette, there is something you must know. There is an object that no one dares to name. Calling attention to this object would be like mentioning rope in a home where a man hung himself!
- CHRISTIAN:
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What might this object be?
- ANOTHER CADET:
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[in a fierce voice] See here! [He taps his finger three times, mysteriously, on his nose.] Do you understand?
- CHRISTIAN:
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Oh! You must mean—
- ANOTHER CADET:
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Hush! Never breathe that word, unless you want to deal with him!
- ANOTHER CADET:
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[who has meanwhile come up quietly to sit on the table, whispering behind him] Listen here! He put two men to death, just because they spoke with nasally voices!
- ANOTHER:
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[in a hollow voice, darting on all fours from under the table, where he had crept] If you'd rather not die young, do not ever mention the fatal cartilage!
- ANOTHER:
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[clapping him on the shoulder] Not a word! Not a gesture! Even pulling out a handkerchief could land you dead!
- CHRISTIAN:
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Captain!
- CARBON:
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[turning and looking at him from head to foot] Sir!
- CHRISTIAN:
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Please tell me, what should one do to southerners who swagger and boast?
- CARBON:
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Prove to them that one can be a northerner and also be brave!
- CHRISTIAN:
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Thank you.
- FIRST CADET:
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[to CYRANO] Now tell the tale!
- ALL:
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The tale!
- CYRANO:
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[coming toward them] The tale? [They all bring their stools up and group around him, listening eagerly. CHRISTIAN sits astride a chair.] Well! I went all alone to meet the scoundrels. The full moon was shining like a big clock in the sky. Suddenly, an unseen hand slipped a cloud in front of the clock face, and the night went black! All the docks were hidden in the murky dark. I could see nothing further—
- CHRISTIAN:
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Than the end of your nose!
- CYRANO:
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Who in God's name is that?
- A CADET:
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[whispering] He just joined today.
- CYRANO:
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[making a step toward CHRISTIAN] Today?
- CARBON:
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[in a low voice] Yes, his name is Baron de Neuvil—
- CYRANO:
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[stopping himself] Very well. [He turns pale, then turns red, and looks as if he will attack CHRISTIAN.] I— [He gains control of himself.] What was I saying? [with a burst of rage] MORDIOUS! [then continuing calmly] It was dark. [The CADETS are astonished. They reseat themselves, staring at him.] On I went, thinking to myself, “For a brave cause, I might provoke some great man, some great prince, who might certainly break—”
- CHRISTIAN:
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Your nose!
- CYRANO:
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[in a choked voice] My teeth! Who might break my teeth, and that I, unwisely, might be putting my—
- CHRISTIAN:
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Your nose!
- CYRANO:
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Myself into a bad situation. He might prove strong and rap me—
- CHRISTIAN:
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In the nose!
- CYRANO:
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[wiping his forehead]
- CHRISTIAN:
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A crack on the nose!
- CYRANO:
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A thrust from someone's sword! I parried it, and found myself—
- CHRISTIAN:
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Nose to nose—
- CYRANO:
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[rushing at him] Good God in heaven! [All the Gascons leap up to see, but when he is close to CHRISTIAN, he controls himself and continues.] With a hundred brutes, who all stank—
- CHRISTIAN:
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So much you had to hold your nose!
- CYRANO:
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[ghostly pale, but smiling] Of onions and cheap brandy! I leapt out and charged right into the midst of them—
- CHRISTIAN:
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Nose first!
- CYRANO:
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I charge! I immediately gore two and impale one! Then another aims at me—Paf!—and I parry—
- CHRISTIAN:
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Pif!
- CYRANO:
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[bursting out loud] Great God! Get out! All of you!
- FIRST CADET:
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The tiger awakens!
- CYRANO:
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Everyone out! Leave me alone with him!
- SECOND CADET:
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He'll be mince meat! Chopped up finely and ready to be baked into a pastry!
- RAGUENEAU:
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I am turning pale! I curl up like a napkin, limp and white!
- CARBON:
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Let's be gone.
- A CADET:
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There won't be a crumb left of him!
- ANOTHER:
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I die of fright just to think of what will happen to him!
- ANOTHER:
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[shutting the door as they all leave] Something too horrible!