The same. Roxane, Christian, the friar, Ragueneau, lackeys, the duenna.
DE GUICHE (to Roxane):
(Recognizing Christian, in amazement):
(Bowing, with admiration, to Roxane):
My compliments--Sir Apparatus-maker!
Your story would arrest at Peter's gate
Saints eager for their Paradise! Note well
The details. 'Faith! They'd make a stirring book!
I shall not fail to follow your advice.
THE FRIAR (showing with satisfaction the two lovers to De Guiche):
A handsome couple, son, made one by you!
DE GUICHE (with a freezing look):
Bid your bridegroom, Madame, fond farewell.
DE GUICHE (to Christian):
Even now the regiment departs.
It goes to battle?
But the Cadets go not?
Oh ay! they go.
(Drawing out the paper he had put in his pocket):
Here is the order.
Baron, bear it, quick!
ROXANE (throwing herself in Christian's arms):
DE GUICHE (sneeringly to Cyrano):
The wedding-night is far, methinks!
He thinks to give me pain of death by this!
CHRISTIAN (to Roxane):
Oh! once again! Your lips!
Come, come, enough!
CHRISTIAN (still kissing Roxane):
--'Tis hard to leave her, you know not. . .
CYRANO (trying to draw him away):
(Sound of drums beating a march in the distance.)
The regiment starts!
ROXANE (To Cyrano, holding back Christian, whom Cyrano is drawing away):
Oh!--I trust him you!
Promise me that no risks shall put his life
I will try my best, but promise. . .
That I cannot!
But swear he shall be prudent?
Again, I'll do my best, but. . .
In the siege
Let him not suffer!
All that man can do,
I. . .
That he shall be faithful!
Doubtless, but. . .
That he will write oft?
That, I promise you!