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    CYRANO此         What hour is it now察Ragueneau拭

    RAGUENEAU   stopping   short   in   the   act   of   thrusting   to   look   at   the 

clock此       Five    minutes     after  six   。   。'I  touch'  He    straightens 

himself此      。 。Oh to write a ballade 

    LISE     to  Cyrano察  who察  as  he  passes   by   the  counter察 has  absently 

shaken hands with her此       What's wrong with your hand拭

    CYRANO此         Naught察a slight cut。 

    RAGUENEAU此            Have you been in some danger拭

    CYRANO此         None in the world。 

    LISE shaking her finger at him此         Methinks you speak not the truth 

in saying that 

    CYRANO此         Did you see my nose quiver when I spoke拭             'Faith察it 

must have been a monstrous lie that should move it 。Changing his tone此

I   wait   some   one   here。 Leave   us   alone察  and   disturb   us   for   naught   an   it 

were not for crack of doom 

    RAGUENEAU此            But 'tis impossible察my poets are coming。 。 。 

    LISE ironically此      Oh察ay察for their first meal o' the day 

    CYRANO此         Prythee察take them aside when I shall make you sign to 

do so。 。 。What's o'clock拭

    RAGUENEAU此            Ten minutes after six。 

    CYRANO         nervously    seating   himself    at  Ragueneau's     table察 and 

drawing some paper toward him此           A pen  。 。 



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    RAGUENEAU giving him the one from behind his ear此                      Herea 

swan's quill。 

    A   MUSKETEER   with   fierce   mustache察  enters察  and   in   a   stentorian 

voice此    Good´day 

     Lise goes up to him quickly。 

    CYRANO turning round此            Who's that拭

    RAGUENEAU此             'Tis a friend of my wifea terrible warriorat least 

so says he himself。 

    CYRANO         taking   up   the  pen察  and   motioning    Ragueneau      away此

Hush 。To himself此        I will write察fold it察give it her察and fly 。Throws 

down   the   pen此    Coward    。   。But   strike   me   dead   if   I   dare   to   speak   to 

her察 。 。ay察even one single word 。To Ragueneau此           What time is it拭

    RAGUENEAU此            A quarter after six  。 。 

    CYRANO striking his breast此           Aya single word of all those here 

here    But writing察'tis easier done。 。 。 He takes up the pen此          Go to察I 

will write it察that love´letter    Oh    I have writ it and rewrit it in my own 

mind so oft that it lies there ready for pen and ink察and if I lay but my soul 

by my letter´sheet察'tis naught to do but to copy from it。 

     He   writes。   Through   the   glass   of   the   door   the   silhouettes   of   their 

figures move uncertainly and hesitatingly。 



                                   SCENE 2。IV。 



    Ragueneau察  Lise察  the   musketeer。     Cyrano   at   the   little   table   writing。 

The poets察dressed in black察their stockings ungartered察and covered with 

mud。 

    LISE     entering察   to  Ragueneau此       Here     they   come察  your    mud´ 

bespattered friends 

    FIRST POET entering察to Ragueneau此              Brother in art  。 。 

     SECOND POET to Ragueneau察shaking his hands此                  Dear brother 

    THIRD POET此          High soaring eagle among pastry´cooks 。He sniffs此

Marry it smells good here in your eyrie 

    FOURTH POET此            'Tis at Phoebus' own rays that thy roasts turn 

    FIFTH POET此         Apollo among master´cooks 



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     RAGUENEAU whom they surround and embrace此                     Ah how quick 

a man feels at his ease with them  。 。 

     FIRST  POET此        We   were   stayed   by  the   mob察  they   are   crowded   all 

round the Porte de Nesle  。 。 

     SECOND        POET此       Eight    bleeding    brigand    carcasses    strew   the 

pavements thereall slit open with sword´gashes 

     CYRANO   raising   his   head   a   minute此     Eight拭   。   。hold察  methought 

seven。 

     He goes on writing。 

     RAGUENEAU to Cyrano此               Know you who might be the hero of 

the fray拭

     CYRANO carelessly此          Not I。 

     LISE to the musketeer此        And you拭     Know you拭

     THE MUSKETEER twirling his mustache此                  Maybe 

     CYRANO   writing   a   little   way   offhe   is   heard   murmuring   a   word 

from time to time此       'I love thee' 

     FIRST POET此         'Twas one man察say they all察ay察swear to it察one man 

who察single´handed察put the whole band to the rout 

     SECOND POET此            'Twas a strange sightpikes and cudgels strewed 

thick upon the ground。 

     CYRANO writing此            。 。'Thine eyes'。 。 。 

     THIRD  POET此         And   they  were   picking   up hats   all   the   way  to   the 

Quai d'Orfevres 

     FIRST POET此         Sapristi but he must have been a ferocious。 。 。 

     CYRANO same play此              。 。'Thy lips'。 。 。 

     FIRST POET此         'Twas a parlous fearsome giant that was the author of 

such exploits 

     CYRANO same play此              。 。'And when I see thee come察I faint for 

fear。' 

     SECOND        POET     filching   a  cake此    What     hast  rhymed     of  late察

Ragueneau拭

     CYRANO same play此              。 。'Who worships thee'。 。 。 He stops察just 

as   he   is   about   to   sign察  and   gets   up察  slipping   the   letter   into   his   doublet此

No need I sign察since I give it her myself。 



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    RAGUENEAU to second poet此             I have put a recipe into verse。 

    THIRD POET seating himself by a plate of cream´puffs此                Go to 

Let us hear these verses 

    FOURTH POET looking at a cake which he has taken此                 Its cap is 

all a' one side 

    He makes one bite of the top。 

    FIRST POET此        See how this gingerbread woos the famished rhymer 

with its almond eyes察and its eyebrows of angelica 

    He takes it。 

    SECOND POET此           We listen。 

    THIRD      POET   squeezing     a  cream´puff    gently此   How     it  laughs 

Till its very cream runs over 

    SECOND POET biting a bit off the great lyre of pastry此               This is 

the first time in my life that ever I drew any means of nourishing me from 

the lyre 

    RAGUENEAU   who   has   put   himself   ready   for   reciting察  cleared   his 

throat察settled his cap察struck an attitude此    A recipe in verse  。 。 

    SECOND POET to first察nudging him此             You are breakfasting拭

    FIRST POET to second此         And you dining察methinks。 

    RAGUENEAU此            How almond tartlets are made。 

       Beat    your   eggs   up察 light  and   quick察        Froth    them   thick察

Mingle     with   them   while   you   beat     Juice   of  lemon察  essence    fine察

Then combine        The burst milk of almonds sweet。 

       Circle with a custard paste           The slim waist       Of your tartlet´ 

molds察   the  top     With    a  skillful  finger  print察       Nick    and   dint察

Round their edge察then察drop by drop察         In its little dainty bed       Your 

cream     shed此   In   the  oven   place   each   mold此    Reappearing察     softly 

browned察        The renowned         Almond tartlets you behold 

    THE POETS with mouths crammed full此              Exquisite    Delicious 

    A POET choking此        Homph 

    They go up察eating。 

    CYRANO         who    has   been   watching察    goes   toward    Ragueneau此

Lulled by your voice察did you see how they were stuffing themselves拭

    RAGUENEAU           in  a  low  voice察  smiling此   Oh察   ay  I   see  well 



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enough察but I never will seem to look察fearing to distress them察thus I gain 

a double pleasure when I recite to them my poems察for I leave those poor 

fellows who have not breakfasted free to eat察even while I gratify my own 

dearest foible察see you拭

     CYRANO clapping him on the shoulder此                Friend察I like you right 

well  。 。 Ragueneau goes after his friends。         Cyrano follows him with his 

eyes察   then察 rather  sharply此     Ho    there   Lise   。Lise察  who   is  talking 

tenderly to the musketeer察starts察and comes down toward Cyrano此                   So 

this fine captain is laying siege to you拭

     LISE offended此       One haughty glance of   my eye can conquer   any 

man that should dare venture 

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