Cyrano de Bergerac Page #6

Oh, a little better.

Love grows and struggles

like an angry child.

Breaking my heart.

His cradle...

Better still.

But such a babe is dangerous.

Why not have

smothered it newborn?

And so I do.

And yet he lives.

I found as you sha...

you shall find

this newborn babe...

and infant Hercules!

Good.

Strong enough at birth

to strangle

those two serpents

doubt and

What?

pride!

Why, very good.

Only, tell me why

you speak so haltingly.

Has your imagination

gone...lame?

This grows too difficult.

Your words tonight

hesitate, why?

Through the warm summer gloom,

they grope in darkness

toward the light of you.

My words are

heavy with honey,

like returning bees.

Yet they must fly so high.

Come nearer then.

Stand you on the bench.

No.

Then I'll come down.

NO!

And why so great a no?

Let me enjoy the one

moment I ever...

My one chance

to speak to you...unseen.

Unseen?

Yes. Yes.

Night making all things

dimly beautiful

one veil over us both.

You need no eyes

to hear my heart.

Oh, tonight, let it seem as if

I speak for the first time.

For the first time?

Yes.

Your voice, even,

is not the same.

How should it be.

I have another

voice tonight.

My own, myself,... daring!

Why daring?

Because, what am I, what is any man

would he dare ask for you?

Therefore my heart has hidden behind

poetic words and tinsel phrases.

But are they not sweet,

those pretty phrases?

Not enough sweet

for you and me tonight.

You never spoke

to me like this.

I tell you, there comes

one moment, once,

and heaven help those

who pass that moment by,

when beauty stands

looking into the soul

with grave, sweet eyes,

that sicken at pretty words.

Yes...that is love.

Love.

A love beyond breath,

beyond reason,

beyond love's own

power of loving.

Your name is like a golden bell

hung in my heart,

and when I think of you I tremble,

and the bell swings and rings,

Roxane! Roxane!

Along my veins...Roxane.

Yes...that is love.

Yes that is love.

That wind of terrible

and jealous beauty,

that dark fire,

that soaring, blinding music.

Yet, you may take my happiness

to make you happier

even though you

never know I gave it to you.

Only let me hear, sometimes, all alone,

the distant laughter of your joy.

Do you begin

to understand a little?

Can you feel my soul there

in the darkness breathe on you?

Oh, only tonight,

now I dare say these things.

I to you, and you hear them.

It is my voice, mine, my own

that makes you tremble

there in the green gloom,

above me, for you do tremble

as a blossom among the leaves,

you tremble, and I can feel

all the way down along

this jasmine branch

whether you will unhold

the passion of you trembling.

Yes, I do tremble.

And I weep, and I love you,

and I am yours,

and you have made me thus.

I have done this to you.

I myself.

Only let me ask

one thing more.

I want a kiss!

You ask me for...

I...yes.

That is to say...

I mean...

You've gone too far.

If she's willing, why

not make the most of it?

I, I ask.

I know I ask too much.

Only one?

Is that all?

All?

How much more than all?

I know I startle you,

I...I ask, I ask you to refuse.

Why? Why? Why?

Christian, be quiet.

What is that your say?

I am angry with myself,

because I know I go too far

and so I say to myself,

CHRISTIAN, BE QUIET!

Watch it, someone comes.

Well, sir, I am looking

for the house of madame Roxane Robin.

This is not the house. That way.

To the right. Keep to the right.

I thank you sir.

I shall say my beads for you

to the very last bead.

Win me that kiss?

No!

Sooner or later.

So that is true.

Sooner or later must be so, because,

she is young, and you are handsome.

Since it must be, I'd rather be

myself the cause, if it must be.

Are you still there?

Yes.

We were speaking of...

A kiss.

- A kiss.

And what is a kiss

when all is done?

A vow taken before

the shrine of memory.

A rosy dot

over the "i" of loving.

- A secret whisper

to listen if the past.

Shhh.

A moment free to mortal

with a rush of wing from Ceden.

A sacrament of blossoms.

A new song sung by two hearts

to an old, simple tune.

Hush.

Why? What shame?

No.

No shame.

Then come.

Gather your sacred blossoms.

Your moment made immortal.

Climb!

- But, climb?

- Many more!

Roxane.

Ah, Roxane.

I have won what I have wanted.

A feast of love,

and I am faint with hunger.

Yet, I have something here

that is mine now,...

and was not mine before.

I spoke the words

that won her.

She kisses my words.

My words...upon his lips.

What, dear Father,

lost your way again?

But, she lives here,

Madame Robin.

Oh, I thought

you said, Rolen?

No, r..o..b..i..n, Robin.

Oh, Robin, I see.

I'm too old

to chase wild geese

- my feet...

- Oh, what a shame,

however, I'm sure there's someone at home.

What is it?

Yeah, I'm looking for

the young lady, Madam Rolen

Rolen?

Robin!

Madame!

A letter for you.

Yes, yes, I heard.

Cyrano.

Uh, passing by cousin,

I saw this light.

Uh, some matter

profitable to the soul.

A very noble lord gave it to me.

What is it?

My regiment has been

ordered to the front.

I cannot allow you

to delay any longer.

This simple old monk,

who knows nothing,

will marry us tonight.

My love, Antoine de Guiche.

Father, this letter

concerns you.

"Madame, the Cardinal

will have his way,

"although against your will.

"That is why I am

sending this to you,

"by a most holy man.

"Intelligent, discreet.

"You will communicate

to him our order to perform

"here and at once

the rite of holy matrimony.

"You and Christian will be

married privately in your house.

"Be resigned to the

Cardinal's command,

"who sends herewith

his blessings.

"Your very humble,

and etcetera..."

Oh, this is terrible.

Oh, you're to be

the, uh...

I am to be the bridegroom.

Uh, look here.

A postscript.

"Give to the monastery,

in my name 120 pieces of gold."

One hundred and twenty...

Oh, a worthy lord.

A very worthy lord.

Daughter, resign yourself.

I am resigned.

The Guiche is coming, too.

Don't let him enter.

Not let him enter?

Until we're married, please.

Me?

- Why, where did you come from?

- The moon.

- You...

- From the moon.

I have just returned

from the moon.

- The fellow's mad!

-Like a bomb, I tell you,

- I fell from the moon!

- Your feet must...

I say THE MOON!

- Very well, if you say so.

- Thank you.

Raving mad.

- Where am I?

- My dear sir!

- What place is this?

What country?

- Please, let me pass.

- This face, good heavens!

Maul, a robber.

Where am I?

- A lady is waiting for me.

- Oh, this is Paris, huh?

You fool!

Dear old Paris.

Excuse my appearance.

I arrived by the last thunderbolt.

A trifled singed

as I passed through the ether.

Monsieur!

Sir?

That will do, now. I wish...

I know, you wish to look for

my own list of nature for moons

and happiness and character

of it's surface, if any.

I desire no such thing, I...

Of course not.

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