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cyrano de bergerac-第3部分

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(He hurries out。  De Guiche; the viscount; the marquises; have all disappeared behind the curtain to take their places on the benches placed on the stage。  The pit is quite full; the galleries and boxes are also crowded。)

THE AUDIENCE:   Begin!

A BURGHER (whose wig is drawn up on the end of a string by a page in the upper gallery):   My wig!

CRIES OF DELIGHT:   He is bald!  Bravo; pagesha! ha! ha!。 。 。

THE BURGHER (furious; shaking his fist):   Young villain!

LAUGHTER AND CRIES (beginning very loud; and dying gradually away):   Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha!

(Total silence。)

LE BRET (astonished):   What means this sudden silence?。 。 。 (A spectator says something to him in a low voice):   Is't true?

THE SPECTATOR:   I have just heard it on good authority。

MURMURS (spreading through the hall):   Hush!  Is it he?  No!  Ay; I say!  In the box with the bars in front!  The Cardinal!  The Cardinal!  The Cardinal!

A PAGE:   The devil!  We shall have to behave ourselves。 。 。

(A knock is heard upon the stage。  Every one is motionless。  A pause。)

THE VOICE OF A MARQUIS (in the silence; behind the curtain):   Snuff that candle!

ANOTHER MARQUIS (putting his head through the opening in the curtain):   A chair!

(A chair is passed from hand to hand; over the heads of the spectators。  The marquis takes it and disappears; after blowing some kisses to the boxes。)

A SPECTATOR:   Silence!

(Three knocks are heard on the stage。  The curtain opens in the centre Tableau。  The marquises in insolent attitudes seated on each side of the stage。  The scene represents a pastoral landscape。  Four little lusters light the stage; the violins play softly。)

LE BRET (in a low voice to Ragueneau):   Montfleury comes on the scene?

RAGUENEAU (also in a low voice):   Ay; 'tis he who begins。

LE BRET:   Cyrano is not here。

RAGUENEAU:   I have lost my wager。

LE BRET:   'Tis all the better!

(An air on the drone…pipes is heard; and Montfleury enters; enormously stout; in an Arcadian shepherd's dress; a hat wreathed with roses drooping over one ear; blowing into a ribboned drone pipe。)

THE PIT (applauding):   Bravo; Montfleury!  Montfleury!

MONTFLEURY (after bowing low; begins the part of Phedon):   'Heureux qui loin des cours; dans un lieu solitaire;   Se prescrit a soi…meme un exil volontaire;   Et qui; lorsque Zephire a souffle sur les bois。 。 。'

A VOICE (from the middle of the pit):   Villain!  Did I not forbid you to show your face here for month?

(General stupor。  Every one turns round。  Murmurs。)

DIFFERENT VOICES:   Hey?What?What is't?。 。 。

(The people stand up in the boxes to look。)

CUIGY:   'Tis he!

LE BRET (terrified):   Cyrano!

THE VOICE:   King of clowns!  Leave the stage this instant!

ALL THE AUDIENCE (indignantly):   Oh!

MONTFLEURY:   But。 。 。

THE VOICE:   Do you dare defy me?

DIFFERENT VOICES (from the pit and the boxes):   Peace!  Enough!Play on; Montfleuryfear nothing!

MONTFLEURY (in a trembling voice):   'Heureux qui loin des cours; dans un lieu sol'

THE VOICE (more fiercely):   Well!  Chief of all the blackguards; must I come and give you a taste of my cane?

(A hand holding a cane starts up over the heads of the spectators。)

MONTFLEURY (in a voice that trembles more and more):   'Heureux qui。 。 。'

(The cane is shaken。)

THE VOICE:   Off the stage!

THE PIT:   Oh!

MONTFLEURY (choking):   'Heureux qui loin des cours。 。 。'

CYRANO (appearing suddenly in the pit; standing on a chair; his arms crossed; his beaver cocked fiercely; his mustache bristling; his nose terrible to see):   Ah!  I shall be angry in a minute!。 。 。

(Sensation。)



Scene 1。IV。

The same。  Cyrano; then Bellerose; Jodelet。

MONTFLEURY (to the marquises):   Come to my help; my lords!

A MARQUIS (carelessly):   Go on!  Go on!

CYRANO:     Fat man; take warning!  If you go on; I   Shall feel myself constrained to cuff your face!

THE MARQUIS:   Have done!

CYRANO:     And if these lords hold not their tongue   Shall feel constrained to make them taste my cane!

ALL THE MARQUISES (rising):   Enough!。 。 。Montfleury。 。 。

CYRANO:   If he goes not quick   I will cut off his ears and slit him up!

A VOICE:   But。 。 。

CYRANO:   Out he goes!

ANOTHER VOICE:   Yet。 。 。

CYRANO:   Is he not gone yet? (He makes the gesture of turning up his cuffs):   Good!  I shall mount the stage now; buffet…wise;   To carve this fine Italian sausagethus!

MONTFLEURY (trying to be dignified):   You outrage Thalia in insulting me!

CYRANO (very politely):   If that Muse; Sir; who knows you not at all;   Could claim acquaintance with youoh; believe   (Seeing how urn…like; fat; and slow you are)   That she would make you taste her buskin's sole!

THE PIT:   Montfleury!  Montfleury!  ComeBaro's play!

CYRANO (to those who are calling out):   I pray you have a care!  If you go on   My scabbard soon will render up its blade!

(The circle round him widens。)

THE CROWD (drawing back):   Take care!

CYRANO (to Montfleury):   Leave the stage!

THE CROWD (coming near and grumbling):   Oh!

CYRANO:   Did some one speak?

(They draw back again。)

A VOICE (singing at the back):   Monsieur de Cyrano   Displays his tyrannies:   A fig for tyrants!  What; ho!   Come!  Play us 'La Clorise!'

ALL THE PIT (singing):   'La Clorise!'  'La Clorise!'。 。 。

CYRANO:   Let me but hear once more that foolish rhyme;   I slaughter every man of you。

A BURGHER:   Oh!  Samson?

CYRANO:   Yes Samson!  Will you lend your jawbone; Sir?

A LADY (in the boxes):   Outrageous!

A LORD:   Scandalous!

A BURGHER:   'Tis most annoying!

A PAGE:   Fair good sport!

THE PIT:   Kss!Montfleury。 。 。Cyrano!

CYRANO:   Silence!

THE PIT (wildly excited):   Ho…o…o…o…h!  Quack!  Cock…a…doodle…doo!

CYRANO:   I order

A PAGE:   Miow!

CYRANO:   I order silence; all!   And challenge the whole pit collectively!   I write your names!Approach; young heroes; here!   Each in his turn!  I cry the numbers out!   Now which of you will come to ope the lists?   You; Sir?  No!  You?  No!  The first duellist   Shall be dispatched by me with honors due!   Let all who long for death hold up their hands! (A silence):   Modest?  You fear to see my naked blade?   Not one name?Not one hand?Good; I proceed! (Turning toward the stage; where Montfleury waits in an agony):   The theater's too full; congested;I   Would clear it out。 。 。If not。 。 。 (Puts his hand on his sword):   The knife must act!

MONTFLEURY:   I。 。 。

CYRANO (leaves his chair; and settles himself in the middle of the circle which has formed):   I will clap my hands thrice; thusfull moon!  At the third clap; eclipse yourself!

THE PIT (amused):   Ah!

CYRANO (clapping his hands):   One!

MONTFLEURY:   I。 。 。

A VOICE (in the boxes):   Stay!

THE PIT:   He stays。 。 。he goes。 。 。he stays。 。 。

MONTFLEURY:   I think。 。 。Gentlemen;。 。 。

CYRANO:   Two!

MONTFLEURY:   I think 'twere wisest。 。 。

CYRANO:   Three!

(Montfleury disappears as through a trap。  Tempest of laughs; whistling cries; etc。)

THE WHOLE HOUSE:   Coward。 。 e back!

CYRANO (delighted; sits back in his chair; arms crossed):   Come back an if you dare!

A BURGHER:   Call for the orator!

(Bellerose comes forward and bows。)

THE BOXES:   Ah! here's Bellerose!

BELLEROSE (elegantly):   My noble lords。 。 。

THE PIT:   No! no!  Jodelet!

JODELET (advancing; speaking through his nose):   Calves!

THE PIT:   Ah! bravo! good! go on!

JODELET:   No bravos; Sirs!   The fat tragedian whom you all love   Felt。 。 。

THE PIT:   Coward!

JODELET:   。 。 。was obliged to go。

THE PIT:   Come back!

SOME:   No!

OTHERS:   Yes!

A YOUNG MAN (to Cyrano):   But pray; Sir; for what reason; say;   Hate you Montfleury?

CYRANO (graciously; still seated):   Youthful gander; know   I have two reasonseither will suffice。   Primo。  An actor villainous! who mouths;   And heaves up like a bucket from a well   The verses that should; bird…like; fly!  Secundo   That is my secret。 。 。

THE OLD BURGHER (behind him):   Shameful!  You deprive us   Of the 'Clorise!'  I must insist。 。 。

CYRANO (turning his chair toward the burgher; respectfully):   Old mule!   The verses of old Baro are not worth   A doit!  I'm glad to interrupt。 。 。

THE PRECIEUSES (in the boxes):   Our Baro!   My dear!  How dares he venture!。 。 。

CYRANO (turning his chair toward the boxes gallantly):   Fairest ones;   Radiate; bloom; hold to our lips the cup   Of dreams intoxicating; Hebe…like!   Or; when death strikes; charm death with your sweet smiles;   Inspire our verse; butcriticise it not!

BELLEROSE:   We must give back the entrance fees!

CYRANO (turning his chair toward the stage):   Bellerose;   You make the first intelligent remark!   Would I rend Thespis' sacred mantle?  Nay! (He rises and throws a bag on the stage):   Catch then the purse I throw; and hold your peace!

THE HOUSE (dazzled):   Ah!  Oh!

JODELET (catching the purse dexterously and weighing it):   At this price; you've authority   To come each night; and stop 'Clorise;' Sir!

THE PIT:   Ho!。 。 。Ho!  Ho!。 。 。

JODELET:   E'en if you chase us in a pack!。 。 。

BELLEROSE:   Clear out the hall!。 。 。

JODELET:   Get you all gone at once!

(The people begin to go out; while Cyrano looks on with satisfaction。  But the crowd soon stop on hearing the following scene; and remain where they are。  The women; who; with their mantles on; are already standing up in the boxes; stop to listen; and finally reseat themselves。)

LE BRET (to Cyrano):   'Tis mad!。 。 。

A BORE (coming up to Cyrano):   The actor Montfleury!  'Tis shameful!   Why; he's protected by the Duke of Candal!   Have you a patron?

CYRANO:   No!

THE BORE:   No patron?。 。 。

CYRANO:   None!

THE BORE:   What! no great lord to shield you with his name?

CYRANO (irritated):   No; I have told you twice!  Must I repeat?   No! no protector。 。 。 (His hand on his sword):   A protectress。 。 。here!

THE BORE:   But you must leave the town?

CYRANO:   Well; that depends!

THE BORE:   The Duke has a long arm!

CYRANO:   But not so long   As mine; when it is lengthened out。 。 。 (Shows his sword):   As thus!

THE BORE:   You
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