Cyrano de Bergerac Page #4

fight for a poem if I like

and perhaps even die.

Nevre care about fame or fortune

and even travel to the moon!

Triumph by chance on my own merit.

Refuse to be the clinging ivy nor even

the oak or the lime.

Perhaps I'll not get far.

But I'll get there alone.

You act proud and bitter.

But I know that she refused your love.

Quiet.

The tale of the fight!

Later.

No, now!

There's a thing

you should never mention

like a rope in a house

where a man has hanged himself.

Look at me.

You understand?

Oh, his...

A word not to say

if you wish to live another day.

Even a gesture can anger him.

Using a handkerchief

puts you in a coffin!

Captain!

How do we tackle boastful Gascons?

Show them Northern courage.

The tale at last.

Well, towards midnight,

I was on my way to meet them.

The moon was like a watch up in heaven.

But, suddenly

a watchmaker long forgotten

pushed a light could of cotton

over the silvery case

of the round clock

Darkest darkness fell on the dock.

The gloom was hiding my foes.

You could see... no further...

Than your nose.

Who is that man?

He arrived this morning.

Really?

Baron Christian de Neuvil...

Good...

I...

Good...

Where was I?

Mordious!

You couldn't see your toes.

I was thinking that

for some drunken poet

I was about to hit a great man...

On the nose.

In the teeth...

Tooth for tooth!

Why should I stick my...

Nose.

Finger... in that pie?

For a man so great could break my...

Nose.

My fingers!

I thought:
"On, son of Gascony."

I then found myself...

Nose to nose.

Face to face!

With a hundred angry louts

stinking of...

Nose-herb!

Onions and stale wine!

I pounced...

Nose down!

I disembowelled two!

Impaled a third!

A sword went "sneet". I replied...

"Snout!"

Damnation!

Everyone out!

The tiger awakes!

Leave me alone with him!

He'll hack him to bits!

Terrifying!

Crumbs of cadet.

Hideous!

Come to my arms!

You're brave.

Very brave. Good.

Come on. I'm her brother.

Whose?

Hers!

Roxane's!

Her brother?

Well, a fraternal cousin really.

Has she...

Told me? Yes.

Does she love me?

Perhaps.

I'm so happy!

This is a change of heart.

Forgive me...

He is a handsome devil!

She wants a letter... from you.

Oh, no! It's impossible.

Impossible? Why?

Because I'm a brainless fool.

The way you tackled me

was not brainless.

I can find words for an attack.

It's simple, military wit.

But... with women I become tongue-tied.

Their eyes look kindly on me.

But your words destroy you.

I can't talk.

I can.

But it's the looks I lack, see?

Oh, to speak with elegance.

Oh, to be a handsome musketeer.

Roxane is precieuse, demanding

charming. I need wit... and eloquence.

I'll lend you it!

And I'll borrow your good looks.

We'll be a hero for storybooks.

What?

Can you learn by heart what I teach?

You mean...

You fear chilling her heart...

Will you or won't you?

Your look scares me.

Will you?

What's in it for you?

It...

It... would amuse me!

A tempting challenge for a poet.

Together as one, we can do it.

I'll be at your side you my beauty,

me your guide.

That letter she wants! I can't...

Here it is! It just needs signing.

Don't worry. You can send it.

In a poet's pocket, you often find

the product of an active mind.

Take it, you'll see. Take it.

It's very eloquent.

Will it suit her?

Like a pair of gloves.

Her love is such that

she'll believe this is for her.

Dear friend!

Well?

Most surprising.

We can mention your nose now?

A letter of love composed

in my mind to you...

a lady so kind.

My soul next to the paper I sit.

All I have to do is copy it.

I'm in your hands.

This paper is my voice.

This ink, my blood.

This letter... is me.

In your presence confusion grips...

my heart.

My tongue is in a fetter.

If kisses could be sent by letter

You cold read my words... with you lips.

Far from this world... of brutal lies

is a land for lovers who despise

violence, weeping for the lost

the lonely.

A land for lovers and for lovers only.

Roxane!

We have to go! We'll be late!

We'll miss the talk on the Tendre.

Stay outside!

I came to say goodbye.

You're leaving?

For the war.

This evening.

For the siege of Arras.

There's a siege?

My going leaves you cold.

Not at all.

I'm afraid it does.

Shall I see you again? And when?

Did you know I'm now colonel?

Of the guards.

The guards?

Your boastful cousin's regiment.

I'll avenge myself there.

The guards are going?

Of course.

What is it?

Sadness. Someone leaves for war...

someone one holds dear.

You never said such words before.

You say them as I go!

You want revenge on Cyrano?

Are you for him?

No, against.

Do you see him?

Seldom.

I see him everywhere.

Your revenge is to send him

to the war he loves!

That's banal.

I know what would hurt him more.

What?

Leave him to rot in his barracks

while the others go off to war.

The only way to hurt a man like him

is to strike at his pride.

Oh, woman!

Only a woman could dream up

a scheme like that!

He'll eat his heart out in frustration.

You'll be avenged!

You love me then!

I should like to see this

as a sign of love, Roxane.

It is.

I have sealed orders

to be given to the companies

within the hour.

This one for the cadets, I'll keep.

Ah, the battle-loving swine.

You play games then?

Sometimes.

I'm mad about you!

Tonight, I must be gone.

But leave one so dear

Near here,

there's a convent to which I'll flee.

The Capucins will hide me.

People will think I've left.

But, in disguise

I'll come back to you, sun of my skies!

But your reputation...

And the siege...

Who cares? Say yes.

No!

Say it!

You have your duty.

Go now.

Christian stays.

I want you for my hero, Antoine!

Heavenly words!

You love...

I'm trembling.

I'm going.

Happy?

Yes, dear friend.

We're going to be late!

Don't worry. They'll wait.

Cousin!

Ah, Cyrano...

Who are you looking for?

What?

Are you looking for someone?

Yes, I'm looking... for Christian.

He writes all day

but, on seeing me, runs away.

Oh, help me, please.

What does he write about?

His passion stirs my mind.

His words leave me blind.

Come, quickly.

Coming.

Oh, how I love him!

Is he so eloquent?

More than you.

An expert in words of love?

An expert, sir, inspired from above.

Lysimon!

Oh, Felixerie.

Barthenoide!

Dearest Uranie!

Go and find him!

I want to hear words to charm my ear.

I want to hear him say

the sweet words he wrote today.

Come on!

I must go.

The monkeys are waiting.

Look, the knocker's muffled.

It's silenced so its bevel

won't disturb us...

the little devil.

Ready your memory

to be wreathed in glory.

What's that?

The words you'll say.

She wishes to hear you.

There's no time to waste.

Learn this. Make haste.

Learn it!

I won't learn a thing!

I'm tired of using your words.

I know she loves me.

I'll speak alone.

Really?

I can do it. I'm not stupid!

You've taught me a lot. I'll manage.

Anyway,

I know enough to take her in my arms.

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