Cyrano de Bergerac Page #7

You wish to know

by what mysterious

means I reached the moon.

Well, a very secret affair of state,

but confidentially

a new invention of my own.

Drunk, two ways.

Well a man..

Oh, no. In truth I have

my choice of several inventions.

Uh?

Yes, several ways

to violate the virgin sky.

Several?

Several.

As, for instance, smoke

having a natural tendency to rise,

blow in a globe

enough to raise me.

Yes, that makes one.

Again, I might construct a rocket

in the shape of a HUGE locust

driven by impulses up within

a saltpeter from the rear

and thus speed upwards,

like, thus!

Yes, another?

Finally, seated on an iron plate,

hurl a magnet into the air.

The iron follows.

I catch the magnet.

Throw it again, and

so proceed indefinitely.

Excellent, and

which did you adopt?

Why none of them.

Yet another.

Which was...?

Guess.

Ahhh, I can't!

Try.

Interesting idiot, this.

Have you guessed it yet?

Why, no, what is it?

Alas, you will never know,

but no matter.

You are free and

they are bound in wedlock.

I drunk that voice,

and that nose, Cyrano!

Cyrano. This very moment

they have exchanged vows.

Who?

My sincere compliments.

You, also, my traveler in space.

My Lord, the heads of Capathieu

and Joyce have joined together.

Quite so!

Madame, kindly bid

your... husband farewell.

Your regiment leaves tonight, sir.

Report at once!

But, the Cadets are not called.

They are, indeed, and

under my command.

Out there we may

have an accounting.

Somehow, that news

fails to disquiet me.

Here are the orders.

Baron, deliver this.

Christian!

The bridal night

is not so near.

Somehow that news

fails to disquiet me.

Baron, you have your orders.

Farewell, Roxane.

Take care of him, for me.

Promise me never to let him

do anything dangerous.

I will do my best.

I cannot promise.

I thought you brave always.

Make him be careful.

Yes, yes, I'll try.

Be sure to keep him

warm and dry!

Yes, if possible.

Have him write to me

every single day!

That, I promise you.

Halt!

Uh!

The situation

is simple, gentlemen.

We have besieged Arras.

The Prince of Spain has besieged us.

Consequently, we

are surrounded.

- A fine war. Where

the besiegers are beseiged

and starve to death.

Yes, but the Marshal has

devised a brilliant plan

for bringing in food

this very night.

Now, see here.

Spare us the details, Colonel.

Merely inform us

when the food arrives.

True, we are hungry.

But why blame me?

I'm only your Colonel.

Oh, yes, I know

you disprove of me.

Call me courtier, politician.

Well, I can afford you little hates.

My conduct under fire

is well known.

It was only yesterday

I repelled a Spanish attack.

Pouring my men down

like an avalanche.

I, myself lead the charge.

And your white scarf?

Cyrano!

And your white scarf?

Eh, you heard that episode?

Yes, I was so far in advance

I was in danger of being captured.

But I thought quickly,

took off and flung away

the scarf that marked

my military rank.

And so being inconspicuous

escaped among my own force,

rallied them, returned,

and won the day.

What do you say to that?

Still, an officer does not like

to resign the privilege of being a target.

How pleasant for you

that you are denied that privilege.

Pleasant?

Lend me your scarf.

With your permission I shall

lead the first charge tonight

wearing it over my shoulder.

What bluster.

You're safe making that offer,

and you know it.

My scarf lies on the

river bank between the lines.

A spot swept by artillery.

Impossible to reach alive.

Yes.

Here.

Thank you.

This bit of white is

what I need to make a signal.

I was hesitating.

You have decided me.

- Stand or I'll fire!

- Hold you fire.

There's a man down

there running away.

Yes, a Spaniard.

But very useful as a spy

to both sides.

As I was about

to tell you.

The Marshal has withdrawn

more than half our forces here.

Fortunately, the Spaniards

do not know that.

Oh, yes, they do now,

and they will attack tonight.

At this point.

Your revenge, eh?

I make not great

pretense in loving you.

But since you gentlemen

esteem yourselves invincible,

the bravest of the brave,

and all that.

Why need we be personal.

The Marshal needs

a diversion, and I serve him

in choosing as I chose.

As you can see, Captain,

the great thing is to gain time.

To hold until the Marshal returns.

And to gain time?

You will all be so kind

as to lay down your lives.

Christian?

Yes.

Roxane?

I should like to say

farewell to her

with my whole

heart for her to keep.

I have taken the liberty of...

But, wait.

This little spot.

Spot?

Yes.

A tear.

Is nothing.

A poet while he writes

is like a lover in his lady's arms,

believing his imagination,

everything seems real.

There's half the charm

of writing.

Now, I made this letter

so pathetic, that,

while I was writing it,

I wept.

You wept?

Why, yes, because

it is a little thing to die,

but not to see her,...

that is terrible.

I shall never...,

you will never...

Give me that.

- Halt. Who goes there.

- On the service of the King.

- The King!

- Fall in...

Good evening.

On the King's service, you?

- Gentlemen,...

- What are you doing here?

- We heard rumors at home

you were hungry,

so we came prepared.

The Spaniards adored the fare,

but they missed the fowl!

But why did you come here

into this, this danger?

They said in Paris

there was no fighting.

Besides, it was your own fault.

Think of the

letters you have written me.

How many times!

Every day!

Every day?

Of course.

And each one

more wonderful than the last.

All this, for a few absurd love letters.

Hush. Absurd?

Your letters...no, never.

Every one was like hearing your voice

that night in the dark. Remember?

Like your arms around me.

I read them over and over.

Every page was like

a petal fallen from you soul.

Like the light

and the fire of a great love.

- Sweet and strong and true.

- Sweet.

Strong.

True?

Oh, my Christian.

I came here to ask forgiveness.

It is time to be forgiven.

Now, when we

may die so soon.

Forgive me for being

light and vain

and loving you only

because you were handsome.

- For now...

- Now?

I love you for yourself.

For what you are.

Roxane.

How you must have suffered.

For you saw how frivolous I was.

And to be loved

for the mere costume,

for the poor, casual

body you went about in.

To a soul like yours,

that must have been torture.

No.

I understand.

You cannot perfectly

believe in me,

a...a love like this...

I want no love like this.

I want love only for...

Only for what every

woman sees in you.

I can to better than that.

No, it...it was best before.

You do not

altogether know me.

I was a child.

I'm a woman now.

- If...if you were less handsome,

- No.

unattractive, ugly even,

I should love you, still.

Do you mean that?

I do mean that.

Ugly?

Even then.

Now, are you happy?

Yes.

What is it?

Nothing, only, Cyrano...

Cyrano.

he has something

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