good!
ROXANE:
But secret!. . .
CYRANO:
Secret.
ROXANE:
Not a word!
(She enters and shuts the door.)
CYRANO (when the door is shut, bowing to her):
A thousand thanks!
(The door opens again, and Roxane puts her head out.)
ROXANE:
Lest he prepare himself!
CYRANO:
The devil!--no, no!
BOTH TOGETHER:
Secret.
(The door shuts.)
CYRANO (calling):
Christian!
Scene 3.IV.
Cyrano, Christian.
CYRANO:
I know all that is needful. Here's occasion
For you to deck yourself with glory. Come,
Lose no time; put away those sulky looks,
Come to your house with me, I'll teach you. . .
CHRISTIAN:
No!
CYRANO:
Why?
CHRISTIAN:
I will wait for Roxane here.
CYRANO:
How? Crazy?
Come quick with me and learn. . .
CHRISTIAN:
No, no! I say.
I am aweary of these borrowed letters,
--Borrowed love-makings! Thus to act a part,
And tremble all the time!--'Twas well enough
At the beginning!--Now I know she loves!
I fear no longer!--I will speak myself.
CYRANO:
Mercy!
CHRISTIAN:
And how know you I cannot speak?--
I am not such a fool when all is said!
I've by your lessons profited. You'll see
I shall know how to speak alone! The devil!
I know at least to clasp her in my arms!
(Seeing Roxane come out from Clomire's house):
--It is she! Cyrano, no!--Leave me not!
CYRANO (bowing):
Speak for yourself, my friend, and take your chance.
(He disappears behind the garden wall.)
Scene 3.V.
Christian, Roxane, the duenna.
ROXANE (coming out of Clomire's house, with a company of friends, whom she
leaves. Bows and good-byes):
Barthenoide!--Alcandre!--Gremione!--
THE DUENNA (bitterly disappointed):
We've missed the speech upon the Tender Passion!
(Goes into Roxane's house.)
ROXANE (still bowing):
Urimedonte--adieu!
(All bow to Roxane and to each other, and then separate, going up different
streets. Roxane suddenly seeing Christian):
You!
(She goes to him):
Evening falls.
Let's sit. Speak on. I listen.
CHRISTIAN (sits by her on the bench. A silence):
Oh! I love you!
ROXANE (shutting her eyes):
Ay, speak to me of love.
CHRISTIAN:
I love thee!
ROXANE:
That's
The theme! But vary it.
CHRISTIAN:
I. . .
ROXANE:
Vary it!
CHRISTIAN:
I love you so!
ROXANE:
Oh! without doubt!--and then?. . .
CHRISTIAN:
And then--I should be--oh!--so glad--so gla
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