Since you are here, 'tis best she should not know! I was going to your friend just now--was but A few steps from the house, when I saw him Go out. I hurried to him. Saw him turn The corner. . .suddenly, from out a window Where he was passing--was it chance?. . .may be! A lackey let fall a large piece of wood.

Cowards! O Cyrano!

I ran--I saw. . .

'Tis hideous!

Saw our poet, Sir--our friend-- Struck to the ground--a large wound in his head!

He's dead?

No--but--I bore him to his room. . . Ah! his room! What a thing to see!--that garret!

He suffers?

No, his consciousness has flown.

Saw you a doctor?

One was kind--he came.

My poor Cyrano!--We must not tell this To Roxane suddenly.--What said this leech?--

Said,--what, I know not--fever, meningitis!-- Ah! could you see him--all his head bound up!-- But let us haste!--There's no one by his bed!-- And if he try to rise, Sir, he might die!

(dragging him toward the right) Come! Through the chapel! 'Tis the quickest way! ROXANE (appearing on the steps, and seeing Le Bret go away by the colonnade leading to the chapel door): Monsieur le Bret! (Le Bret and Ragueneau disappear without answering): Le Bret goes--when I call! 'Tis some new trouble of good Ragueneau's.