Cyrano de Bergerac Page #5

You're on your own!

Wait! Don't go!

Mouth, a marvel when you smile.

Mouth, whose words are honey-cake.

Leave the admiring world awhile.

Kiss the dreaming gods awake.

Lovely eyes whose precious glance

Sets hearts shimmering like a lake.

Mirror of the stellar dance,

Lips, the marvel of all lips

Flowers that the bee-mouth sips.

Mouth whose breath is summer bliss.

Store of pearled perfection, this

Was made to kiss, to kiss, to kiss

Are you there?

It's me.

No, wait...

The air is sweet.

Night is here.

We're alone.

Come on.

Sit down.

Speak.

I'll listen.

I love you.

Yes. Talk to me of love.

I love you.

That's your theme.

Embroider it.

Embroider it.

Embroider it.

I love you so much.

Yes. And then?

And then...

I'd love you to love me.

Tell me you love me.

You give me milk instead of cream.

Say how you love me.

I love you... so much.

Unravel your feelings!

Your throat! I want to kiss it!

I love you!

Again!

No...

I don't love you.

That's better.

I worship you!

Oh, no!

Sorry! I'm so stupid!

It displeases me

as much as if you were ugly!

Recover your eloquence.

Yes, I know.

Please...

You love me. I know. Now go!

Bravo!

Good night.

Who's there?

Who's throwing stones?

It's me.

Who?

I wanted to...

Oh, you...

I want a word.

You have no words.

I beg you...

That would be fatal to our love!

You love me no more.

Heavens, you say that...

when I love more.

That's better!

Love grows, rocked in my soul as I fret

And that cruel child too it for...

A bassinet!

That's better!

But since it's cruel...

should you not have

stifled it in its cot?

I did try... the young child to seize.

But the new-born babe is a little...

Hercules.

Much better!

His first act was to hound

out two snakes...

Pride and...

Doubt.

That's excellent.

But why are your words

so hesitant? Why?

It's dark...

They grope in the darkness...

looking for... your ear.

My words have not that problem.

It's normal they should find their way.

For it's upon my heart they prey.

My heart is large

whereas your ear is small.

Besides, your words slip down

speedily along the wall.

Mine are heavy like fruit on a bough.

They're arriving faster now.

They're used to the exercise.

I'm standing here in the skies!

One harsh word from so high

could make my heart die.

I'll come down.

No!

Climb up here!

No!

Why... no?

Let us stay near...

but talk without seeing each other...

Without seeing?

It's quite wonderful... in darkness.

You see a cloak of blackness.

I see a dress of summer white.

I'm but a shadow. You are a light.

I'm using my true voice.

Indeed, it is altered.

In this dark night...

which protects me, I can be myself.

And I dare...

Where was I?

I don't know... all this...

Forgive my emotion.

It's this sweet, new sensation.

New, you say?

Yes, new. I can be honest.

Fear of mockery gripped my breast.

Mockery?

For my feelings!

My heart

in modesty, cloaks itself in art!

Ah, "art". How I hate that in love!

It's a crime,

in love, to play this pantomime.

There always has to come a moment...

And I pity those who know it not.

When we a noble love attain

but each pretty word causes pain.

So what word will you find for us

when that moment comes?

All those, all those...

which come. Everything, I throw away.

I'm stifling!

I love you. This is no game!

My heart cries your name!

I've loved you every passing pay.

Last year, on the twelfth of May

you changed the style of your hair.

I was dazzled... by its bright flare.

Do you feel my soul

rise up through the darkness?

Everything tonight is so wonderful

so sweet.

I speak, you listen.

Me, at your feet!

Even in my sweetest dreams,

I never planned on this.

My purpose is fulfilled.

Now I can die.

My poem

makers her tremble in the boughs.

I can feel the shaking of your hand

come down along...

this jasmine strand.

I tremble and weep.

I love you.

You have bewitched me.

Death may come for me.

This bewitchment is my doing.

I have done this!

I ask only one thing...

A kiss!

What? What do you ask?

Yes... I...

Too hasty!

Make the most of it!

Yes, true, I did ask...

For heaven's sake!

I know now I was too bold.

So... No!

Grant me not a kiss.

Why?

Quiet, Christian!

What did you say?

I'm grumbling at myself

for going so far. I said:

"Quiet, Christian."

Wait.

Get that kiss!

Patience!

Where are you?

We were talking of a kiss.

Yes, the word is so sweet.

Be silent!

How shall we define a kiss?

The seal set on a promise.

A promissory note...

on the bank of love.

The O of love on waiting lips.

A secret with the mouth as its ear.

Eternity in the instant the bee sips.

A flower-scented host.

A way to know the other's heart

and touch the portals...

of his soul!

Stop, please!

Yes, I shall stop, madam.

Up you go!

I don't think I should...

Are you still there?

Mount, you animal!

Yes? What?

Magdeleine Robin... Does she live here?

Yes, I'm her cousin. What is it?

I have a letter for her.

What is it?

A letter.

You, here?

Who could write so late?

A sacred matter no doubt

as a holy man...

De Guiche!

He dares?

I've stayed here

for this night with you, my dear.

I'll come in secret. Wait...

I hope the lips which smiled of late...

Father!

Listen carefully to this

Richelieu must be obeyed

whatever you may say or do.

That is why I send this note to you

with this holy, intelligent

and discreet brother.

He is to perform

the marriage ceremony at once.

Marriage? To whom?

At once.

What is this?

Idiot. She's making it up.

You must marry Christian.

I know you don't like him.

Try to be brave.

Courage, child!

I was right not to be worried.

It was indeed a holy matter.

It's terrible!

Is it you?

Him.

He doesn't seem so terrible.

Are you sure?

Postscript:

Give the convent 120 pistols.

What a holy man!

Resign yourself!

I am resigned.

We must marry.

We must obey.

Do you so wish it?

Yes or no?

I think so.

Hurry. De Guiche is coming.

You've fifteen minutes

to do the wedding!

You'll be my witness. Hurry.

On your feet!

Witness to what?

Hurry! Candles! A cloth!

A crucifix!

The rings!

What rings?

And blessed laurel!

Who is this? Where did he fall from?

The moon!

What time is it, earth man?

Who is it? I can't see. Is he mad?

What time? What land?

What day? What season?

I'm confused.

I fell down from the moon!

Really!

I fell.

If you say so.

A madman, perhaps.

I don't mean metaphorically.

A century or a minute withal

how long was my fall?

I was in that saffron-coloured ball.

What continent is this?

Be honest. Keep nothing from me.

God in Heaven!

Are you all black down here?

What?

Is this Algeria?

This is a mask.

So I'm in Venice, or Genoa!

A lady awaits me.

This is Paris then!

Amusing, isn't he?

You laugh.

Yes, but I want to pass.

So here I am in Paris.

I was brought by the rain to this.

I came through ether to get here.

My eyes are full of star-dust.

My spurs bear some planet's crust.

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