Cyrano de Bergerac Page #8

What have they done to you?

Fate's a jester.

I always wanted to die in battle.

And here I am killed in an ambush

from behind, by lackeys... with a beam.

So be it I made a mess of everything

Even my own death.

Don't cry so, Ragueneau.

Go and get help!

No, no. Don't go. When you...

come back, I'll be gone.

What do you do now, fellow poet?

No more cakes?

No, I work for Moliere.

My friends ruined me...

And your wife left you.

Moliere?

What do you do for him?

I snuff out the candles.

I'm leaving him though.

I'm so angry!

Yesterday, during Scapin

a scene was by you.

All of it!

Yes, the famous monologue.

Moliere stole it!

He did well...

Was the scene a success?

They laughed and laughed!

My life's work

has been to prompt others

and be forgotten.

Remember that night when Christian

came to your balcony?

That moment sums up my life.

While I was below in the dark shadows

others climbed up

to kiss the sweet rose.

It's only fair.

I say, as death has me in its hooks

Moliere has genius

and Christian was handsome.

Sister! Sister! Help!

No! Don't call anyone!

Let them pray. The bell is ringing.

I've made you so unhappy.

I have! I have!

You? Of course you haven't.

I knew not womanly sweetness.

My mother found me ugly.

I had no sisters.

Later, I feared the mistress

with mockery in her eye.

But thanks to you, I have had

a female friend.

Thanks to you

a dress crossed my life's path.

I love you!

Live!

It's too late, cousin.

I must go up... to the opaline moon.

Many of those I love

are in exile up there.

I'll see Scorates... and Galileo.

Philosopher and scientist

poet, musician and duellist

and traveller in space.

Witty conversationalist

and lover too, too unlucky in love

Here lies Hercule-Savinien

de Cyrano de Bergerac

who was all... and who was nothing.

I'm leaving now.

Sorry...

I can wait no more.

See?

The moon beam is here at my door.

No one must help me!

Only...

Only the trees!

He's coming.

I feel myself shod in marble.

Gloved in lead

As he's on his way

I shall go to meet him...

sword in hand!

What?

It's useless? I know.

A man doesn't fight to win.

It's better when the fight is in vain.

Who are they all?

There's a horde of them.

Ah, I know you. All my old enemies!

Falsehood.

Cowardice.

Compromise.

I know you'll get the upper hand.

Never mind.

I'll fight on, and on, and on!

You take everything...

the laurel and the rose too!

Go on, take them!

But, in spite of you

one thing goes with me now

And tonight, when I at last God behold

my salute will sweep his blue threshold

with something spotless,

a diamond in the ash...

which I take in spite of you

and that's...

My panache.

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