Act I - Scene II

The same, with CHRISTIAN, LIGNIERE, then RAGUENEAU and LE BRET.

[They exchange bows.]

[They recognize and name the different elegantly dressed ladies who enter the boxes, bowing low to them. The ladies send smiles in answer.]

[He raises his bow.]

[The violins begin to play.]

[He sits by the buffet; the girl pours some out for him.]

[Murmurs of admiration are heard in the hall. ROXANE has just appeared in her box. She seats herself in front, her DUENNA sits at the back. CHRISTIAN, who is paying the BUFFET-GIRL, does not see her entrance.]

[At this moment, an elegant nobleman, with blue ribbon across his breast, enters the box, and talks with ROXANE, standing.]

[He gets up, staggering, and raises his glass, ready to sing.]

[He stands looking at her. The group of PICKPOCKETS see him standing there in an open-mouthed daze. They draw near to him.]

[He goes out, reeling.]

CUIGY:
Ligniere!
BRISSAILLE:
[laughing] Not drunk yet?
LIGNIERE:
[aside to CHRISTIAN] Shall I introduce you? [CHRISTIAN nods in assent.] Baron de Neuvillette.
AUDIENCE:
[applauding as the first candelabra is lighted and drawn up] Ah!
CUIGY:
[to BRISSAILLE, looking at CHRISTIAN] Handsome fellow!
FIRST MARQUIS:
[who has overheard] Pooh!
LIGNIERE:
[introducing them to CHRISTIAN] Messieurs de Cuigy, de Brissaille.
CHRISTIAN:
[bowing] Delighted to meet you.
FIRST MARQUIS:
[to the SECOND] He's good-looking, but his fashion is a little out of date.
LIGNIERE:
[to CUIGY] Monsieur de Neuvillette comes from Touraine.
CHRISTIAN:
Yes, I've only been in Paris for three weeks. Tomorrow I join the Guards, in the Cadets.
FIRST MARQUIS:
[watching the people who are coming into the boxes] There's Madame Aubry, the Chief-Justice's wife.
BUFFET-GIRL:
Oranges, milk…
VIOLINISTS:
[tuning up] La…La…
CUIGY:
[to CHRISTIAN, pointing to the hall, which is filling fast] It's really getting crowded.
CHRISTIAN:
Yes, indeed.
FIRST MARQUIS:
The whole great world is arriving!
SECOND MARQUIS:
Madame de Guemenee.
CUIGY:
Madame de Bois-Dauphin.
FIRST MARQUIS:
Adored by us all!
BRISSAILLE:
Madame de Chavigny.
SECOND MARQUIS:
Who plays with our poor hearts!
LIGNIERE:
Ah, there's Corneille. He must be back from Rouen!
BURGHER'S SON:
[to his father] Is the Academy here?
BURGHER:
Oh yes, I see several members. There's Boudu, Boissat, and Cureau de la Chambre, Porcheres, Colomby, Bourzeys, Bourdon, Arbaud. Names that will live forever! How wonderful!
FIRST MARQUIS:
Attention! Our lady intellectuals have arrived! There is Barthenoide, Urimedonte, Cassandace, Felixerie …
SECOND MARQUIS:
Ah, their names are exquisite! Do you know them all, Marquis?
FIRST MARQUIS:
I do indeed, every one!
LIGNIERE:
[drawing CHRISTIAN aside] My friend, I came here tonight to help you, but the lady you seek is not here. I shall go now and return to my vice.
CHRISTIAN:
[persuasively] No, please stay! You are songwriter to the court and the city alike. You know everyone! You are the one who can tell me who she is—the lady for whom I'm dying of love!
FIRST VIOLIN:
[striking his bow on the desk] Gentlemen violinists!
BUFFET-GIRL:
Macaroons, lemon-drink …
CHRISTIAN:
Oh! I'm afraid that she is coquettish and refined! I fear I'm not intelligent enough for her! How can I dare speak with her? I'm only a shy and honest soldier—not very good with words at all. She always sits right there, on the right. Her box is still empty!
LIGNIERE:
[making as if to leave] I must go.
CHRISTIAN:
[detaining him] No, please stay.
LIGNIERE:
I cannot stay. D'Assoucy is waiting for me at the tavern. I'll die of thirst here.
BUFFET-GIRL:
[passing before him with a tray] Orange drink?
LIGNIERE:
Ugh!
BUFFET-GIRL:
Milk?
LIGNIERE:
Pooh!
BUFFET-GIRL:
Wine?
LIGNIERE:
[to CHRISTIAN] Oh, if you insist—I shall stay awhile longer. Now let me try a little of that wine.
AUDIENCE:
[crying out joyously and excitedly as a plump little man enters] Ah! Ragueneau!
LIGNIERE:
[to CHRISTIAN] It's the famous tavern-keeper Ragueneau.
RAGUENEAU:
[dressed in the Sunday clothes of a pastry-cook, going up quickly to LIGNIERE] Sir, have you seen Monsieur de Cyrano?
LIGNIERE:
[introducing him to CHRISTIAN] The pastry-cook of the actors and the poets!
RAGUENEAU:
[overcome] You praise me too highly!
LIGNIERE:
Oh, stop! You are a great patron of the arts!
RAGUENEAU:
Well, it is true that poets do come to my bakery …
LIGNIERE:
To buy on credit! You yourself are a talented poet too.
RAGUENEAU:
So they tell me.
LIGNIERE:
You're mad about poetry!
RAGUENEAU:
It is true that, for an ode …
LIGNIERE:
You give a tart!
RAGUENEAU:
Well, just a little tart.
LIGNIERE:
Oh, you're being modest! Now, what do you give for a triolet?
RAGUENEAU:
Oh, maybe a small roll or two.
LIGNIERE:
[severely] Oh, come on! You give milk-rolls, the best kind! And as for the theater, which you love just as much as poetry …
RAGUENEAU:
Oh, I adore the theater!
LIGNIERE:
You pay with pastries! Now, tell me, how much did your ticket tonight cost you?
RAGUENEAU:
Four custards and fifteen cream-puffs. [He looks around on all sides.] Monsieur Cyrano is not here? How strange.
LIGNIERE:
Why?
RAGUENEAU:
Montfleury is playing tonight!
LIGNIERE:
Oh, yes, the fat fool is playing the role of Phedon tonight. But why should Cyrano care about it?
RAGUENEAU:
Haven't you heard? He hates Montfleury and has forbidden him to show his face on stage for a whole month!
LIGNIERE:
[drinking his fourth glass of wine] So?
RAGUENEAU:
Montfleury will play! Unless …
CUIGY:
[who has joined them] Cyrano can't stop him.
RAGUENEAU:
That is what I've come to see!
FIRST MARQUIS:
Who is this Cyrano?
CUIGY:
A fellow who certainly knows how to handle a sword.
SECOND MARQUIS:
Is he of noble birth?
CUIGY:
Noble enough. He's a cadet in the Guards. [He points to a gentleman who is going up and down the hall as if searching for someone.] But his friend, Le Bret, over there, can tell you more about him. [He calls him.] Le Bret! [LE BRET comes over to them.] Are you looking for Cyrano?
LE BRET:
Yes, and I'm beginning to worry.
CUIGY:
He's an extraordinary man, isn't he?
LE BRET:
[tenderly] He is the rarest, most delightful man on earth!
RAGUENEAU:
A poet!
CUIGY:
A soldier!
BRISSAILLE:
A philosopher!
LE BRET:
A musician!
LIGNIERE:
And such a striking appearance!
RAGUENEAU:
No painter today can do him justice! Only the wild and whimsical Jacques Callot, if he were still alive, could have painted Cyrano's portrait. He'd have placed him in some fantastic setting and made Cyrano the maddest fighter there—with his triple-plumed hat and six-tailed jacket and his sword sticking up beneath his cloak like the proud tail of a rooster. He is a true swashbuckler—as bold as the fiercest soldier in Gascony! Above his collar he carries a nose—and my good lords, what a nose it is! When people see it, they immediately think it's a false nose. They think it's a joke and that soon Cyrano will take it off. But, alas, Cyrano never takes it off.
LE BRET:
[throwing back his head] True, he keeps it on—and will maim any man who dares to remark on it!
RAGUENEAU:
[proudly] His sword is one half the shears of Fate!
FIRST MARQUIS:
[shrugging his shoulders] He won't come.
RAGUENEAU:
I say he will come! And I'll wager you a chicken à la Ragueneau!
THE MARQUIS:
[laughing] Agreed!
SECOND MARQUIS:
[with little cries of joy] Ah, gentlemen, she is exquisite— adorable—ravishing!
FIRST MARQUIS:
She's as sweet as a peach smiling at a strawberry!
SECOND MARQUIS:
And so fresh and cool! Any man approaching her might catch a chill at the heart!
CHRISTIAN:
[Raising his head, he sees ROXANE and catches LIGNIERE by the arm.] It is she!
LIGNIERE:
Ah! Is it she?
CHRISTIAN:
Yes. Quickly, tell me her name! Oh, I am afraid.
LIGNIERE:
[sipping his wine] Madeleine Robin—called Roxane. She's witty, charming, quite an intellectual.
CHRISTIAN:
Woe is me!
LIGNIERE:
Unmarried, an orphan, the cousin of Cyrano, whom we were just speaking about.
CHRISTIAN:
[alarmed] Who is that man?
LIGNIERE:
[who has become tipsy, winking at him] That's Count de Guiche. He's in love with her, but he happens to be married to the niece of Armand de Richelieu. Wants to set Roxane up with a certain sorry fellow by the name of Valvert—a viscount. Why Valvert? Because he's very accommodating, if you get my meaning! She won't agree to it, of course, but de Guiche is powerful, and can persecute a girl like her. I myself have actually composed a song in which I expose his nasty little plan. Oh, he must hate me! The end really hits home! Listen!
CHRISTIAN:
No. I'm leaving.
LIGNIERE:
Where are you going?
CHRISTIAN:
To find this Monsieur de Valvert!
LIGNIERE:
Don't be so rash! He will kill you before you harm him. [calling his attention to ROXANE with a look] Stay right there—she's looking at you.
CHRISTIAN:
It's true!
LIGNIERE:
’Tis I who am going. I am thirsty! And they are expecting me in the taverns!
LE BRET:
[who has been all around the hall, coming back to RAGUENEAU with a look of reassurance] No sign of Cyrano.
RAGUENEAU:
[incredulously] But still …
LE BRET:
I'm hoping he hasn't seen the playbill.
AUDIENCE:
Begin, begin!

Footnotes

  1. The French word "messieurs" is the plural form of "monsieur," which means "mister" or "sir."

    — Lori Steinbach
  2. The word "candelabra" refers to a candle holder or chandelier that holds several candles at once.

    — Owl Eyes Reader
  3. During the 17th century, a French cadet was a soldier who hoped to gain experience in order to become an officer. Between 1618 and 1648, France was involved in the Thirty Years War in which Frances and its allies fought against the Holy Roman Empire.

    — Owl Eyes Reader
  4. Here, Burgher's son refers to the French Academy. Founded in 1635, the Academy is a society for intellectuals and writers. Edmond Rostand, the French dramatist who wrote Cyrano de Bergerac, was inducted to the society in 1901.

    — Owl Eyes Reader
  5. The word "ode" refers to a type of lyric poem that glorifies one idea, object, or person.

    — Owl Eyes Reader
  6. The word "triolet" refers to a poem which contains eight lines per stanza. The rhyme scheme follows the abaaabab pattern where the first line repeats in the fourth and seventh lines, and the second in the eighth.

    — Owl Eyes Reader
  7. Jacques Callot (1592–1635) was a French artist and printmaker.

    — Owl Eyes Reader
  8. Armand Jean du Plessis (1585–1642), commonly known as Cardinal Richelieu was a statesman and nobleman during the right of King Louis XIII. He was appointed bishop in 1607 and Foreign Secretary in 1616. A lifelong fan of arts, he established the French Academy in 1635.

    — Owl Eyes Reader