Cyrano De Bergerac

A Play

Edmond Rostand

• Publisher: Open Road Media
• Year: 2020
• eBook ISBN: 9781504061773
• Topic: Literature
• Subtopic: Drama
• Index: Literature

The classic tragicomic play about a hero whose insecurity about his oversized nose keeps him from the woman he loves.

From the time it was written at the end of the nineteenth century by French playwright Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac has remained one of the most enduring works of our era—through countless stage and film adaptations as well as homages in popular culture.

Our hero is a nobleman, a brave duelist, a talented poet—but one thing holds him back: his nose. Convinced the beautiful Roxane could never love him, Cyrano agrees to help a friend woo her instead. The story that follows has kept readers and audiences laughing and crying for over a century.

This is the original play, introducing the incomparable character whom actors yearn to play, and generations of readers have fallen in love with.

Act III.

Roxane’s Kiss.

A small square in the old Marais. Old houses. A perspective of little streets. On the right Roxane’s house and the wall of her garden overhung with thick foliage. Window and balcony over the door. A bench in front.

From the bench and the stones jutting out of the wall it is easy to climb to the balcony. In front of an old house in the same style of brick and stone. The knocker of this door is bandaged with linen like a sore thumb.

At the rising of the curtain the duenna is seated on the bench.

The window on Roxane’s balcony is wide open.

Ragueneau is standing near the door in a sort of livery. He has just finished relating something to the duenna, and is wiping his eyes.

Scene 3.I.

Ragueneau, the duenna. Then Roxane, Cyrano, and two pages.

RAGUENEAU: —And then, off she went, with a musketeer! Deserted and ruined too, I would make an end of all, and so hanged myself. My last breath was drawn:— then in comes Monsieur de Bergerac! He cuts me down, and begs his cousin to take me for her steward.

THE DUENNA: Well, but how came it about that you were thus ruined?

RAGUENEAU: Oh! Lise loved the warriors, and I loved the poets! What cakes there were that Apollo chanced to leave were quickly snapped up by Mars. Thus ruin was not long a-coming.

THE DUENNA (rising, and calling up to the open window): Roxane, are you ready? They wait for us!

ROXANE’S VOICE (from the window): I will but put me on a cloak!

THE DUENNA (to Ragueneau, showing him the door opposite): They wait us there opposite, at Clomire’s house. She receives them all there to-day—the precieuses, the poets; they read a discourse on the Tender Passion.

RAGUENEAU: The Tender Passion?

THE DUENNA (in a mincing voice): Ay, indeed!
(Calling up to the window): Roxane, an you come not down quickly, we shall miss the discourse on the Tender Passion!

ROXANE’S VOICE: I come! I come!

(A sound of stringed instruments approaching.)

CYRANO’S VOICE (behind the scenes, singing): La, la, la, la!

THE DUENNA (surprised): They serenade us?

CYRANO (followed by two pages with arch-lutes): I tell you they are demi-semi-quavers, demi-semi-fool!

FIRST PAGE (ironically): You know then, Sir, to distinguish between semi-quavers and demi-semi- quavers?

CYRANO: Is not every disciple of Gassendi a musician?

THE PAGE (playing and singing): La, la!

CYRANO (snatching the lute from him, and going on with the phrase): In proof of which, I can continue! La, la, la, la!

ROXANE (appearing on the balcony): What? ‘Tis you?

CYRANO (going on with the air, and singing to it): ‘Tis I, who come to serenade your lilies, and pay my devoir to your ro-o-oses!

ROXANE: I am coming down!

(She leaves the balcony.)

THE DUENNA (pointing to the pages): How come these two virtuosi here?

CYRANO:
‘Tis for a...

Table of contents

• Title Page
• Contents
• Dramatis Personae
• Act I
• Act II
• Act III
• Copyright Page