Cyrano, Christian, the Gascons, the musketeer, Lise.
A CADET
(half opening the door) Naught here!. . .The silence of the grave!
I dare not look. . .
(He puts his head in):
Why?. . .
ALL THE CADETS
(entering, and seeing Cyrano and Christian embracing) Oh!. . .
Consternation.
THE MUSKETEER
(mockingly) Ho, ho!. . .
CARBON
Our demon has become a saint?
Struck on one nostril--lo! he turns the other!
MUSKETEER
Then we may speak about his nose, henceforth!. . .
(Calling to Lise, boastfully):
--Ah, Lise, see here!
(Sniffing ostentatiously):
O heavens!. . .what a stink!. . .
(Going up to Cyrano):
You, sir, without a doubt have sniffed it up!
--What is the smell I notice here?
CYRANO
(cuffing his head) Clove-heads.
Curtain.
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.
General delight. The cadets have found the old Cyrano again! They turn somersaults.