Cyrano de Bergerac

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Scene 4.I.

Full Text Scene 4.I.

Scene 4.I.

Christian, Carbon de Castel-Jaloux, Le Bret, the cadets, then Cyrano.

LE BRET:
'Tis terrible.

CARBON:
Not a morsel left.

LE BRET:
Mordioux!

CARBON (making a sign that he should speak lower):
Curse under your breath. You will awake them.
(To the cadets):
Hush! Sleep on.
(To Le Bret):
He who sleeps, dines!

LE BRET:
But that is sorry comfort for the sleepless!. . .
What starvation!

(Firing is heard in the distance.)

CARBON:
Oh, plague take their firing! 'Twill wake my sons.
(To the cadets, who lift up their heads):
Sleep on!

(Firing is again heard, nearer this time.)

A CADET (moving):
The devil!. . .Again.

CARBON:
'Tis nothing! 'Tis Cyrano coming back!

(Those who have lifted up their heads prepare to sleep again.)

A SENTINEL (from without):
Ventrebieu! Who goes there?

THE VOICE Of CYRANO:
Bergerac.

The SENTINEL (who is on the redoubt):
Ventrebieu! Who goes there?

CYRANO (appearing at the top):
Bergerac, idiot!

(He comes down; Le Bret advances anxiously to meet him.)

LE BRET:
Heavens!

CYRANO (making signs that he should not awake the others):
Hush!

LE BRET:
Wounded?

CYRANO:
Oh! you know it has become their custom to shoot at me every morning and to
miss me.

LE BRET:
This passes all! To take letters at each day's dawn. To risk. . .

CYRANO (stopping before Christian):
I promised he should write often.
(He looks at him):
He sleeps. How pale he is! But how handsome still, despite his sufferings.
If his poor little lady-love knew that he is dying of hunger. . .

LE BRET:
Get you quick to bed.

CYRANO:
Nay, never scold, Le Bret. I ran but little risk. I have found me a spot
to pass the Spanish lines, where each night they lie drunk.

LE BRET:
You should try to bring us back provision.

CYRANO:
A man must carry no weight who would get by there! But there will be
surprise for us this night. The French will eat or die. . .if I mistake not!

LE BRET:
Oh!. . .tell me!. . .

CYRANO:
Nay, not yet. I am not certain. . .You will see!

CARBON:
It is disgraceful that we should starve while we're besieging!

LE BRET:
Alas, how full of complication is this siege of Arras! To think that while
we are besieging, we should ourselves be caught in a trap and besieged by the
Cardinal Infante of Spain.

CYRANO:
It were well done if he should be besieged in his turn.

LE BRET:
I am in earnest.

CYRANO:
Oh! indeed!

LE BRET:
To think you risk a life so precious. . .for the sake of a letter. . .Thankless one.
(Seeing him turning to enter the tent):
Where are you going?

CYRANO:
I am going to write another.

(He enters the tent and disappears.)