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cyrano de bergerac-第15部分

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Scene 3。XII。

The same。  Roxane; Christian; the friar; Ragueneau; lackeys; the duenna。

DE GUICHE (to Roxane):   You? (Recognizing Christian; in amazement):   He? (Bowing; with admiration; to Roxane):   Cunningly contrived! (To Cyrano):   My complimentsSir Apparatus…maker!   Your story would arrest at Peter's gate   Saints eager for their Paradise!  Note well   The details。  'Faith!  They'd make a stirring book!

CYRANO (bowing):   I shall not fail to follow your advice。

THE FRIAR (showing with satisfaction the two lovers to De Guiche):   A handsome couple; son; made one by you!

DE GUICHE (with a freezing look):   Ay! (To Roxane):   Bid your bridegroom; Madame; fond farewell。

ROXANE:   Why so?

DE GUICHE (to Christian):   Even now the regiment departs。   Join it!

ROXANE:   It goes to battle?

DE GUICHE:   Without doubt。

ROXANE:   But the Cadets go not?

DE GUICHE:   Oh ay! they go。 (Drawing out the paper he had put in his pocket):   Here is the order。 (To Christian):   Baron; bear it; quick!    ROXANE (throwing herself in Christian's arms):   Christian!

DE GUICHE (sneeringly to Cyrano):   The wedding…night is far; methinks!

CYRANO (aside):   He thinks to give me pain of death by this!

CHRISTIAN (to Roxane):   Oh! once again!  Your lips!

CYRANO:   Come; come; enough!

CHRISTIAN (still kissing Roxane):   'Tis hard to leave her; you know not。 。 。

CYRANO (trying to draw him away):   I know。

(Sound of drums beating a march in the distance。)

DE GUICHE:   The regiment starts!

ROXANE (To Cyrano; holding back Christian; whom Cyrano is drawing away):   Oh!I trust him you!   Promise me that no risks shall put his life   In danger!

CYRANO:   I will try my best; but promise。 。 。   That I cannot!

ROXANE:   But swear he shall be prudent?

CYRANO:   Again; I'll do my best; but。 。 。

ROXANE:   In the siege   Let him not suffer!

CYRANO:   All that man can do;   I。 。 。

ROXANE:   That he shall be faithful!

CYRANO:   Doubtless; but。 。 。

ROXANE:   That he will write oft?

CYRANO (pausing):   That; I promise you!


Curtain。



ACT IV。

The Cadets of Gascony。

Post occupied by company of Carbon de Castel…Jaloux at the siege of Arras。

In the background an embankment across the whole stage。  Beyond; view of plain extending to the horizon。  The country covered with intrenchments。  The walls of Arras and the outlines of its roofs against the sky in the distance。  Tents。  Arms strewn about; drums; etc。  Day is breaking with a faint glimmer of yellow sunrise in the east。  Sentinels at different points。  Watch…fires。  The cadets of Gascony; wrapped in their mantles; are sleeping。  Carbon de Castel…Jaloux and Le Bret are keeping watch。  They are very pale and thin。  Christian sleeps among the others in his cloak in the foreground; his face illuminated by the fire。  Silence。



Scene 4。I。

Christian; Carbon de Castel…Jaloux; Le Bret; the cadets; then Cyrano。

LE BRET:   'Tis terrible。

CARBON:   Not a morsel left。

LE BRET:   Mordioux!

CARBON (making a sign that he should speak lower):   Curse under your breath。  You will awake them。 (To the cadets):   Hush!  Sleep on。 (To Le Bret):   He who sleeps; dines!

LE BRET:   But that is sorry comfort for the sleepless!。 。 。   What starvation!

(Firing is heard in the distance。)

CARBON:   Oh; plague take their firing!  'Twill wake my sons。 (To the cadets; who lift up their heads):   Sleep on!

(Firing is again heard; nearer this time。)

A CADET (moving):   The devil!。 。 。Again。

CARBON:   'Tis nothing!  'Tis Cyrano coming back!

(Those who have lifted up their heads prepare to sleep again。)

A SENTINEL (from without):   Ventrebieu!  Who goes there?

THE VOICE Of CYRANO:   Bergerac。

The SENTINEL (who is on the redoubt):   Ventrebieu!  Who goes there?

CYRANO (appearing at the top):   Bergerac; idiot!

(He comes down; Le Bret advances anxiously to meet him。)

LE BRET:   Heavens!

CYRANO (making signs that he should not awake the others):   Hush!

LE BRET:   Wounded?

CYRANO:   Oh! you know it has become their custom to shoot at me every morning and to miss me。

LE BRET:   This passes all!  To take letters at each day's dawn。  To risk。 。 。

CYRANO (stopping before Christian):   I promised he should write often。 (He looks at him):   He sleeps。  How pale he is!  But how handsome still; despite his sufferings。  If his poor little lady…love knew that he is dying of hunger。 。 。

LE BRET:   Get you quick to bed。

CYRANO:   Nay; never scold; Le Bret。  I ran but little risk。  I have found me a spot to pass the Spanish lines; where each night they lie drunk。

LE BRET:   You should try to bring us back provision。

CYRANO:   A man must carry no weight who would get by there!  But there will be surprise for us this night。  The French will eat or die。 。 。if I mistake not!

LE BRET:   Oh!。 。 。tell me!。 。 。

CYRANO:   Nay; not yet。  I am not certain。 。 。You will see!

CARBON:   It is disgraceful that we should starve while we're besieging!

LE BRET:   Alas; how full of complication is this siege of Arras!  To think that while we are besieging; we should ourselves be caught in a trap and besieged by the Cardinal Infante of Spain。

CYRANO:   It were well done if he should be besieged in his turn。

LE BRET:   I am in earnest。

CYRANO:   Oh! indeed!

LE BRET:   To think you risk a life so precious。 。 。for the sake of a letter。 。 。Thankless one。 (Seeing him turning to enter the tent):   Where are you going?

CYRANO:   I am going to write another。

(He enters the tent and disappears。)



Scene 4。II。

The same; all but Cyrano。  The day is breaking in a rosy light。  The town of Arras is golden in the horizon。  The report of cannon is heard in the distance; followed immediately by the beating of drums far away to the left。  Other drums are heard much nearer。  Sounds of stirring in the camp。 Voices of officers in the distance。

CARBON (sighing):   The reveille! (The cadets move and stretch themselves):   Nourishing sleep!  Thou art at an end!。 。 。I know well what will be their first cry!

A CADET (sitting up):   I am so hungry!

ANOTHER:   I am dying of hunger。

TOGETHER:   Oh!

CARBON:   Up with you!

THIRD CADET:   Cannot move a limb。

FOURTH CADET:   Nor can I。

THE FIRST (looking at himself in a bit of armor):   My tongue is yellow。  The air at this season of the year is hard to digest。

ANOTHER:   My coronet for a bit of Chester!

ANOTHER:   If none can furnish to my gaster wherewith to make a pint of chyle; I shall retire to my tentlike Achilles!

ANOTHER:   Oh! something! were it but a crust!

CARBON (going to the tent and calling softly):   Cyrano!

ALL THE CADETS:   We are dying!

CARBON (continuing to speak under his breath at the opening of the tent):   Come to my aid; you; who have the art of quick retort and gay jest。  Come; hearten them up。

SECOND CADET (rushing toward another who is munching something):   What are you crunching there?

FIRST CADET:   Cannon…wads soaked in axle…grease!  'Tis poor hunting round about Arras!

A CADET (entering):   I have been after game。

ANOTHER (following him):   And I after fish。

ALL (rushing to the two newcomers):   Well! what have you brought?a pheasant?a carp?Come; show us quick!

THE ANGLER:   A gudgeon!

THE SPORTSMAN:   A sparrow!

ALL TOGETHER (beside themselves):   'Tis more than can be borne!  We will mutiny!

CARBON:   Cyrano!  Come to my help。

(The daylight has now come。)



Scene 4。III。

The SAME。  Cyrano。

CYRANO (appearing from the tent; very calm; with a pen stuck behind his ear and a book in his hand):   What is wrong? (Silence。  To the first cadet):   Why drag you your legs so sorrowfully?

THE CADET:   I have something in my heels which weighs them down。

CYRANO:   And what may that be?

THE CADET:   My stomach!

CYRANO:   So have I; 'faith!

THE CADET:   It must be in your way?

CYRANO:   Nay; I am all the taller。

A THIRD:   My stomach's hollow。

CYRANO:   'Faith; 'twill make a fine drum to sound the assault。

ANOTHER:   I have a ringing in my ears。

CYRANO:   No; no; 'tis false; a hungry stomach has no ears。

ANOTHER:   Oh; to eat somethingsomething oily!

CYRANO (pulling off the cadet's helmet and holding it out to him):   Behold your salad!

ANOTHER:   What; in God's name; can we devour?

CYRANO (throwing him the book which he is carrying):   The 'Iliad'。

ANOTHER:   The first minister in Paris has his four meals a day!

CYRANO:   'Twere courteous an he sent you a few partridges!

THE SAME:   And why not? with wine; too!

CYRANO:   A little Burgundy。  Richelieu; s'il vous plait!

THE SAME:   He could send it by one of his friars。

CYRANO:   Ay! by His Eminence Joseph himself。

ANOTHER:   I am as ravenous as an ogre!

CYRANO:   Eat your patience; then。

THE FIRST CADET (shrugging his shoulders):   Always your pointed word!

CYRANO:   Ay; pointed words!   I would fain die thus; some soft summer eve;   Making a pointed word for a good cause。   To make a soldier's end by soldier's sword;   Wielded by some brave adversarydie   On blood…stained turf; not on a fever…bed;   A point upon my lips; a point within my heart。

CRIES FROM ALL:   I'm hungry!

CYRANO (crossing his arms):   All your thoughts of meat and drink!   Bertrand the fifer!you were shepherd once;   Draw from its double leathern case your fife;   Play to these greedy; guzzling soldiers。  Play   Old country airs with plaintive rhythm recurring;   Where lurk sweet echoes of the dear home…voices;   Each note of which calls like a little sister;   Those airs slow; slow ascending; as the smoke…wreaths   Rise from the hearthstones of our native hamlets;   Their music strikes the ear like Gascon patois!。 。 。 (The old man seats himself; and gets his flute ready):   Your flute was now a warrior in durance;   But on its stem your fingers are a…dancing   A bird…like minuet!  O flute!  Remember   That flutes were made of reeds first; not laburnum;   Make us a music pastoral days recalling   The soul…time of your youth; in country pastures!。 。 。 (The old man begins to play the airs of Languedoc):   Hark to the music; Gascons!。 。 。'Tis no longer   The pierci
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