Act 3 - Cyrano de Bergerac - Edmond Rostand

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Act three, Rocu Song's Kiss,A small squire in the old maras old
houses. A perspective of little streets. On the right Rocsa's house and the
wall of her garden overhung with thickfoliage. Window and balcony over the door,
a bench in friend. From thebench and the stones jatting out of

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the wall, it is easy toclimb to the balcony in front of an
old house in the same style ofbreak and stone. The knocker of this
door is bandaged with linen like asore thumb. At the rising of the
curtain, the Duenna is seated onthe bench. The window on Rooksenn's balcony
is wide open. Rageneu is standingnear the door in a sort of livery.

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He has just finished relating something tothe Duenna and is wiping his eyes.
Scene one Rageneu, the Duenna,then Rocusa Syranu and two pages,
and then off went with a musketeer. Deserted and ruined too, I would
make an end of all, andso hanged myself. My last breath was

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drawn. Then in comes Monsieur deBergerac. He cuts me down and begs
his cousin to take me for herSteward. Well, but how came it
about that you were thus ruined?Oh? Lise loved the warriors, and
I loved the poets. What cakesthere were that Apollo chanced to leave were
quickly snapped up by Mars. Thusruined was not long a coming, rising

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and calling up to the open window, Roxanne, are you ready? They
wait for us, Roxanne's voice fromthe window. I will, but put
me on a cloak d Ragoneaul,showing him the door opposite. They wait
us their opposite at Clomier's house.She receives them all there today, the
precieus, the poets. They reada discourse on the tender passion, the

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tender passion. Aye, indeed,calling up to the window, Roxanne,
and you come not down quickly,shall miss the discourse on the tender passion.
I come, I come. Asound of stringed instruments approaching, Sirrano's
voice behind the scenes, singing Lala. They serenade us, followed by

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two pages with archlutes. I tellyou they are demi semi quavers, demi
semi fool. Ironically you know them, sir. To distinguish between semi quavers
and demi semi quavers. Is notevery disciple of Giessendi a musician playing and
singing Lo la, snatching the ludefrom him and going on with a phrase

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in proof of which I can continue, La la, la la. Appearing
on the balcony, What tis yougoing on with the air and singing to
it? Tis I, who cometo semenade your lalies, And hey,
my devoir to your go ho hoses, I am coming down. She leaves

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the balcony, pointing to the piages. How come these two virtuos see here
tis for a wager, I oneof de Succi. We were disputing a
nice point in grammar. Contradictions raisedhotly, tis so, no, tis
so? When suddenly he shows methese two long shanks, whom he takes

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about with him as an escort,and who are skillful in scratching lutestrings with
their skinny claws. I will wageryou a day's music, says he,
and lost it. Thus see youtill Phoebus's chariot starts once again. These
lute twangers are at my heels,seeing all I do, hearing all I

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say, and accompanying all with melody. Who is pleasant at first, but
the faith I begin to weary ofit already to the musicians, Ho,
there go serenade montfle reef for me, play it danced to him, the
pages good toward the door to theDuena. I have come, as is

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my wont nightly, to ask Roxannewhether to the pages who are going out
play a long time and play outof tune to the duena, whether her
souls elected is ever the same,ever faultless coming out of the house.
Ah, how handsome he is,how brilliant a wit, and how well

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I love him? Smiling Christian hasso brilliant a wit, brighter than even
your own cousin. Be it soulwith all my heart. Ah, methinks
to her impossible that there could breathea man on this earth skilled to say
as sweetly as he all the prettynothings that mean so much, that mean

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all. At times his mind seemsfar away, the muse says not,
and then presto, he speaks bewitchingly, enchantingly, incredulously. No, no
fhi, that is ill said.But low men are ever Thus, because
he is fair to see, youwould have it that he must be dull

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of speech. He hath an eloquenttongue. In telling his love, In
telling his love? Why tis notsimple? Telling?'tis dissertation?'tis
analysis? How is he with thepen? Still? Better? Listen here,
the more of my poor heart youtake, the larger grows my heart,

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grandfriendly tousiano, how like you?Those lines pooh? And thus it
goes on, And since some targetI must show for cupid's cruel dart Oh,
if mine own you deign to keep, then give me your sweetheart.
Lord first he has too much?Then anon not enough? How much heart

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does the fellow want? You wouldx a saint? But tis your jealousy
stopping? What mean you I?Your poets jealousy? Hark? Now?
If this again be not tender,sweet my heart to yours sounds but one
cry. If kisses fast could fleeby letter, then with your sweet lips

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my letters read should be. Ifkisses could be written with ink, if
kisses fast could flee, smiling approvinglyin spite of himself. Those last lines
are m correcting himself contemptuously. They'repaltry enough, and this enchant egg.

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Then you have his letters by heart, every one of them, by all
all sicken be sworn tis flattering.They are the lines of a master.
Modestly come, nay, a master, I I say it a master.
Good be it so? The duenacoming down quickly, Here comes Monsieur de

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Guiche to Sirrano, pushing him towardthe house. In with you. Twere
best he see you? Not?It might perchance put him on the scent
I of my own dear secret.He loves me and is powerful, and
if he knew, then all werelost, Mary, he could well deal
a death blow to my love.Entering the house. Good good de Guiche,

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scene too, rosa dei the duenastanding a little bay off, good
seeing to de Guiche, I wasgoing out. I come to take my
leave. Whither go you to thewar ah? I tonight, Oh I
am ordered away. We are tobesiege arrass Ah to besiege I. My

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going moves you, not me,seems nay. I am grieved to the
core of the heart. Shall Iagain behold you when I know, not
heard you, that I am namedcommander? Indifferently Bravo of the Guard's regiment
startled the guards. I where servesyour cousin, the swaggering boaster. I

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will find a way to revenge myselfon him at arras choking, What mean
you. The guards go to Arras, We think you? Is it not
my own regiment? Falling feated onthe bench aside Christia? What ails you?
Oh? I am in despair,the man one loves at the war,

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surprised and delighted you say such sweetwords to me? Tis the first
time, and just when I mustquit you collected and fanning herself. Thus
you would fain revenge your grudge againstmy cousin. My fair lady is on
his side, Nay against him.Do you see him often? But very

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rarely? He is ever to bemet now in company with one of the
cadets, one new villains villere ofhigh stature, fair haired, I a
redheaded fellow, handsome, tut butdull witched, one would think so to

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look at him changing hot dawn?How mean you to play your revenge on
Cyrano? Perchance you think to puthim in the thick of the shots?
Nay, believe me that were apoor vengeance. He would love such a
post better than aught else. Iknow the way to wound his pride far
more keenly. What then, tellif, when the regiment marched to Arras,

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he were left here with his belovedboon companions the cadets to sit with
crossed arms, so long as thewar lasted. There is your method.
Would you enrage a man of hiskind, cheat him of his chance of
mortal danger? And you punish himright fiercely? Coming nearer, Oh woman,
woman, who but a woman hadair device? So subtle a trick?

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See you not how he will eatout his heart while his friends gnaw
their thick fists for that they aredeprived of the battle. So are you
best avenged? You love me?Then? A little? She smiles.
I would fain seeing you. Thusespouse my calls, Roxanne. Believe it
a proof of love? Tis aproof of love. Showing some sealed papers,

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here are the marching orders. Theywill be sent instantly to each company,
except he dedectied one. This onetis that of the cadets. He
puts it in his pocket. ThisI keep laughing, Ha ha ha,
sir. No his love of battle, so you can play tricks on people,

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you of all ladies, sometimes comingclose to her. Oh how I
love you to distraction Listen to night. True I ought to start, But
how leave you now that I feelyour heart is touched hard by in the
rue d'Or lyon is a convent foundedby Father Athanasius. The syndic of the

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Capuchins true that no layman may enter. But I can settle that with the
good fathers. Their habit sleeves arewide enough to hide me in tis they
who serve Richlu's private chapel. Andfrom respect to the uncle, fear the
nephew, all will deem me gone. I will come to you masked.

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Give me leave to wait till tomorrow. Sweet lady fanciful. But if this
be rumored, your glory bah,but the siege arras twill take its chance.
Grant but permission, No, giveme leave. It were my duty

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to forbid you. Ah, youmust go aside. Chris jastays here aloud.
I would have you heroic at one. Oh, heavenly word you love?
Then him for whom I trembled inan ecstasy. Oh I go?
Then he kisses her hand, oryou can change, Yes, my friend,

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He goes out, the duenna,making behind us back a mocking courtesy,
Yes, my friend to the duena. Not a word of what I've
done. Sirrana would never pardon mefor stealing his fighting from him. She
calls toward the house. Cousin seeingthree rosa the Duenna, Sirano, we
are going to Chlomier's house. Shepoints to the door opposite. Alcandra and

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Lessimon are to discourse, putting alittle finger in her ear. Yes,
but my little finger tells me weshall miss them. For a pity to
miss such apes. They have cometo Klomire's door. Oh see, the
knocker is muffled up. Speaking tothe knocker, So they have gagged that
metal tongue of yours, little noisyone, lest it should disturb the fine

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orators. She lifts it carefully andknocks with precaution, seeing that the door
opens. Let us enter on thethreshold to Serrano. If Christian comes,
as I feel sure he will bidhim, wait for me quickly. As
she is going in, listen,she turns. What mean you to question
him on? Is this your wonttonight? Oh? Eagerly, well say,

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but you will be mute. Muteis a fish. I shall not
question him at all, but say, give rein to your fancy. Prepare
not your speeches, but speak thethoughts as they come. Speak to me
of love, and speak splendidly,smiling, very good, but secret,
secret, not a word. Sheenters and shuts the door. When the

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door is shut, bobbing to hera thousand thanks, the door open zaggy,
and Rosa puts her head out,lest she prepare himself the devil.
No no secret. The door shuts, calling Christian seeing four, said Ranald
Christian, I know all that's needful. Here's occasion for you to deck yourself

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with glory. Come lose no time, Put away those sulky looks. Come
to your house with me. I'llteach you no why I will wait for
Roxan here, oh crazy, Comequick with me and learn no no,
I say, I am a wearyof these borrowed letters, borrowed love makings.

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Thus to act apart and tremble allthe time. Twas well enough at
the beginning. Now I know sheloves I fear no longer. I will
speak myself mercy, And how knowyou I cannot speak. I am not
such a fool. When all issaid, I've buy your lessons profited.
You'll see I shall know how tospeak alone. The devil I know at

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least a clasp her in my arms. Seeing Roxa come out from Clomire's house,
it is she Sarrano. No leaveme notes balling. Speak for yourself,
my friend, and take your chance. He disappears behind the garden wall,
seeing five Christia Roxa the Duenna,coming out of Clomire's house with a

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company of friends, whom she leavesbows and goodbyes. Partner weed Alcandra Cremone,
bitterly disappointed we've missed the speech.Upon the tender Passion, goes into
Roxane's house, still bobbing Arima,don't ad all about Roxa and to each
other, and then separate, goingup different streets rooks and suddenly seeing Christia

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you, she goes to him.Evening falls. Let's sit speak on I
listen. Sits by her on thebench, a silence. Oh, I
love you, shutting her eyes,I speak to me of love. I
love thee that's the theme. Butvary it, I vary it. I

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love you so, oh without doubt. And then and then I should be,
oh so glad, so glad ifyou would love me, Roxanne,
tell me so, with a littlegrimace. I hoped for cream. You
give me gruel. Say how lovepossesses you? Oh, utterly, come,

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come, and not those tangled sentimentsyour throats at kiss its Christiana,
I love thee half rising again,eagerly eating her. No, no,
I love thee knots receiving herself,which as well. But I adore thee
rising and going further off. OhI am grown stupid, and nat displeases

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me almost as much as would displeaseme if you grew ill favored. But
rally your poor eloquence that's flown.I yes, you love me, that
I know. Adieu. She goestoward her house. Oh go not yet,
I tell you, opening the door. You adore me. I've heard
it very oft. No go away, but I would faign. She shuts

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the door in his face. Serrano, who has re entered unseen. If
faith it is successful seeing six ChristianSerrano, two pages come to my aid.
Not I, but I shall dieunless at once I went back her
favor. And how could I atonce? Is the devil's name? Listen

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you in seizing the sob. Ohshe's there. The window of the balcony
is now lighted up. Her window. Oh, I shall die, speak
lore, I shall die. Thenight is dark. Well, all can
be prepared, although you merit.Not stand there, poor wretch, think
the balcony. I'll go beneath andprompt your words to you, but hold

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your tongue. First page, secondpage, reappearing at back to Serrano.
Oh hush, He signs to themto speak softly in a low voice.
We played the serenage you page mountfloygo lurk in ambush there one at this
street corner and one at that,and if a passerby should hear it,

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rude? Play you a tune?What tune, sir? Gassendist gay?
If a woman comes for a mansad? The pages disappear, one at
each street corner to Christian call herrocks on, picking up stones and throwing
them at the window some pebbles.Wait a while, half opening the casement,

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Who calls me? I who's that? Christian? Oh you? I
would speak with you under the balconyto Christian good speak soft and low,
No speak stupidly. Oh pity me, No, you love me no more?
Prompted by Sudano, you say,great Heaven, I love no more?

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When I love more and more Roxa, who was able to shut the
casement, pausing, hold tis atrifle better? I a trifle same plea.
Love grew apace, rocked by theanxious beating of this poor heart,

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which the cruel wanton boy took fora cradle coming out onto the balcony.
That is better. But and ifyou deem the cupid be so cruel,
you should have stifled baby love in'scradle, same plea ah, Madam,
I said, but all in vain. This newborn babe is a young Hercules

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still better. Same ply, Thushe strangled in my heart the serpent twains
of pride and doubts. Leaning overthe balcony, well said, but why
so faltering? Has mental palsy seizedon your faculty? Imaginative drawing Cristion under
the balcony and slipping into his place, give place. This wax is critical.

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Today your words are hesitating immediately Christillonin a whisper, night has come
in the dusk. They grope theirway to find your ear, But my
words find no such impediment. Theyfind their way at once, small wonder
that for tis within my heart theyfind their home. Bethink, how large

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my heart, how small your ear? And from fair heights descending words fall
fast, But mine must mount,madam, And that takes time. Meseems
that your last words have learned toclimb. With practice, such gymnastic grows
less hard In truth, I seemto speak from distant heights, true,

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far above, at such a heighttoward death. If a hard word from
you fell on my heart, moving, I will come down, no,
showing him the bench under the balconymount, then on the bench, stopping
back along. No, how youwill not more and more moved. Stay
Awhile tis sweet, the rare occasionwhen our hearts can speak ourselves unseen,

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unseeing. Why unseen? Aye,it is sweet, half hidden, half
revealed. You see the dark foldsof my shrouding cloak, and I the
glimmering whiteness of your dress. Aye, But a shadow you her radiance?
Fair, know you what such amoment holds for me? If ever I

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were eloquent, you were yet neverto tonight My speech has sprung straight from
my heart. As now it screams, why not till now I spoke haphazard?
What your eyes have beams that turnmen dizzy? But tonight methinks I
shall find speech for the first time. Tis true? Your voice rings with

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a tone that's new, coming nearer, Aye, a new tone in the
tender, sheltering desk. I dareto be myself for once, at last,
he stops for us? What sayI I know not? Oh,
pardon me, it thrills me.Tis so sweet, so novel? How
so novel? Office balance, tryingto find the dread of a sentence.

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Ay to be at last sincere tillnow my chilled heart, fearing to be
mocked, mocked? And for whatfor its mad beating? I my heart
has clothed itself with witty words,who shroud itself from curious eyes? Impelled
at times to aim at a star, I stay my hand, and,

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feeling ridicule, cull a wild flower, A wild flowers, sweet aye?
But to night the star? Oh, never have you spoken thus before?
If leaving Cupid's arrows quivers torches,we turn to seek for sweeter, fresher

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things, instead of sipping in apygmy glass dull fashionable waters? Did we
try how the soul slakes its thirstin fearless drought by drinking from the river's
flooding brim. But wit, ifI have used it to arrest you at
the first starting, now, twouldbe an outrage, an insult to the

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perfumed night, to nature, tospeak fine words that garnish vain love letters,
look up but at her stars?The quiet heaven will ease our hearts.
Of all things artificial, I fearlest midst the alchemy, were skilled
in the truth of sentiment, dissolveand vanish the soul exhausted by these empty

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pastimes. The gain of fine thingsbe the loss of all things. But
wit I say in love tis crime, tis hateful, turning frank loving into
subtle fencing. At last, themoment comes inevitable. Oh woe for those

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who never knows at the moment whenfeeling love exists in us ennobling each well
weighed word is futile and soul sadity. Well, if that moment's come for
us, suppose it. What wordswould serve you? Oh ah, oh,

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whatever that came to me e'en,as they came, I'd fling them
in a w wild cluster, nota careful bouquet. I love THEE.
I'm mad, I love I stifle. Thy name is in my heart as
in a sheep bell, and asI ever tremble thinking of THEE. Ever

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the bell shakes, ever thy nameringeth all things of thine I mind,
For I love all things. Iknow that last year, on the twelfth
of May, month to walk abroadone day you changed your hair plaits.
I am so used to take yourhair for daylight. That like as when

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the eye stares in the sun's disk, one sees long after a read blot
on all things, So when Iquit thy beams, my dazzled vision sees
upon all things a blonde stain imprinted. Why this is love? Indeed I
true, the feeling which feels meterrible and jealous, truly love, which

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is ever sad amid its transports love, and yet strangely not a selfish passion.
I, for your joy, wouldgladly lay mine own down, even
though you never were to know it, never if but at times I might
far often lonely, I some gayecho of the joy I bought you.

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Each glance of thine awakes in mea virtue, a novel unknown valor dost
begin sweet to understand? So latedost understand me? Feel'st thou my soul
here through the darkness mounting too fair, the night too fair, too fair,

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the moment that I should speak thus, and that you should hearken too
fair. In moments when my hopesrose proudest, I never hoped such garden.
Naught is left me, but todie. Now have words of mine
the power to make you tremble?Throned there in the branches, I like

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a leaf among the leaves. Youtremble. You tremble for I feel,
and if you will it or willit not? Your hands, beloved,
trembling, thrill through the branches,down your sprays of jasmine. He kisses
passionately, one of the hanging tendrils. I I am trembling, weeping.

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I am thine. Thou hast conqueredall of me? Then let death come.
Tis I tis I myself who conqueredthee one thing, but one I
dare to ask under the balcony akiss drawing back? What, oh you

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ask? I to Christian, whispering, fool, you go too quick?
Since she's thus moved, I willprofit by it. To Rosa, my
words sprang thoughtlessly. But now Isee shame on me. I was too
presumptuous. A little chill, Howquickly you withdraw? Yes? I withdraw

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without withdrawing her time modesty? Ifso? The kiss I asked, Oh
granted not to Siano, pulling himby his cloak. Why silence, Christian?
Hush leaning over what whispering? Icheered myself for my two bold advances,

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said silence Christian. The ludes beginto play. Hark, wait a
while, steps come. Rosa shutsthe window, sit on and listens to
the lutes, one of which playsa merry the other men in colie tune.
Why they play sad, then gay, then sad? What neither man

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nor a woman? Oh? Amonk entered a cappuccin friar with a lantern.
He goes from house to house,looking at every door, seeing seven
Serrano Christia, a cappuccin friar tothe friar, What do you playing at,
Diogenes, I seek the house ofMadame. Oh, plague taken Madeline

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Robin, what would he? Pointingto a street at the back, this
way straight on? I thank you, and in your intention will tell my
rosary to its last bead. Hegoes out, Good luck, my blessings
rest upon your cowl. He goesback to Christio, seeing eight serrano Christio.

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Oh win for me that kiss nono lights tis true. The moment
of intoxication of madness, when yourmouths are sure to meet thanks to your
fair mustache and her rose lips tohimself, right, feigner, it should
come thanks to a song of shutters, reopening Christian Guzin again under the balcony

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scene nine Sira no Christian Rosa comingout on the balcony. Still there we
spoke of a kiss. The wordis sweet. I see not why your
lip should shrink from it. Ifthe word burns it, what would the
kiss do? Oh? Let itnot? Your bashfulness? Affright? Have

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you not? All this time insensiblyleft badinage aside and unalarmed, glided from
smile to sigh, from sigh toweeping, glide gently, imperceptibly, still
onward, from tear to kiss.A moment's thrill, a heartbeat, Hush,

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hush, a kiss when all issaid, what is it? An
oath that's ratified, a sealed promise, a heart's avowl claiming confirmation, a
rose dot on the eye of adoration, a secret that to mouth not ear
is whispered, rush of a bee'swing that makes time eternal communion perfumed like

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the spring's wild flowers. The heart'srelieving in the heart's outbreathing went to the
lips. The soul's flood rises brimming. Hush, a kiss, Madame is
honorable, the Queen of France toa most favored word, did grant a
kiss the queen herself? What then, speaking more warmly? Buckingham suffered dumbly,

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So have I adore his queen asloyally. His eye was sad but
faithful, So am I, andyou are fair as buckingham aside suddenly cooled
true, I forgot must I thenbid the mount to call this flower,

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pushing Christian toward the balcony Mount,this heart breathing mount, this brush of
bees wind mount hesitating, But Ifeel now was though t were ill done
this moment infinite still pushing him comeblockhead Mount. Christian springs forward, and

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by means of the bench, thebranches and the pillars, climbs to the
balcony and strides over it. Ahrock Sam. He takes her in his
arms, and benzo on her lips. I strange pain that wrings my heart.
The kiss love's feast so near ILazarus lie at the gate in darkness,

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yet to me falls still a chromeor two from the rich man's board.
I tis my heart receives the rocksand mine. For on the lips
you press, you kiss as wellthe words I spoke just now, my
words, my words, the ludesplay a sad air a gay air the

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monk. He begins to run,as if he came from a long day
off and cries out, Olah,who is it? I I was?
But passing by? Is Christian there? Astonished Serrano, good day, cousin,
cousin, good day, I'm coming. She disappears into the house at

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the back, re enter the friar, seeing him back again, he follows
Roxa, seeing ten Serrano Christia Roxathe friar. Raganu tis here. I'm
sure of it, Madame Madeline Robine, Why you said la no? Not

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I b I n bean Roxa appearingon the threshold, followed by Raganu,
who carries a lantern, and Christia. What is a letter? Watts to
Roxam, Oh, it can boot, but a holy business tis from a
worthy lord. To Christia de Guiche, he does, oh, he will

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not importune me forever, un feelingthe letter, I love you. Therefore,
she reads in a low voice,by the aid of ragonous London lady,
the drums beat. My regiment bucklesits harness on and starts. But
I they deem me gone before,but I stay. I have dared to

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disobey your mandate. I'm here inconvent walls. I come to you tonight
by this poor monk, a simplefool who knows not what he bears.
I send this missive to apprize yourear. Your lips are while have smiled
on me too sweet. I gonot ere. I've seen them once again,

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and would be private. Send eachsoul away. Receive alone him whose
great boldness you have deigned. Ihope to pardon ere. He asks,
he who is ever your et ceterato the monk father, this is the
matter of the letter. All comenear her, and she reads aloud.
Lady, the Cardinal's wish is law, albeit it be to you unwelcome.

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For this cause, I send theselines to your fair ear, addressed by
a holy man, discreet, intelligent. It is our will that you receive
from him in your own house themarriage she danced the beach Benediction straightway this
night, unknown to all the world, Christian becomes your husband. Him we

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send, he is abhorrent to yourchoice. Let be resign yourself, and
this obedience will be by Heaven wellrecompensed. Receive, fair lady, all
assurance of respect from him whoever wasand still remains you're humble and obliged,
etc. The great delight, Ohworthy Lord, I knew not was to

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fear it could be but holy business. To Christia in a low voice,
am I not apt at reading letters? Hum aloud despair? But this is
horrible friar who has turned his lanternon Serrano? Tis you? Tis I

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turning the light onto him, andas if a doubt struck him on seeing
his beauty. But quickly I haveoverlooked the PostScript, see give twenty pistole
for the convent, Oh most worthyLord. To Rosa, submit you with
a martless look. I submit.While Ragunau opens the door and Christian invites

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the friar to enter, she whispersto Surrano, Oh, keep de guicheape,
he will be here. Let himnot enter till I understand. To
the friar, what time need youto tie the marriage? Not a quarter
of an hour? Pushing them alltoward the house, go I stay,
to Christian, Come they enter?Now? How to detain de Guiche?

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So long he jumps on the bench, climbs to the balcony by the wall.
Come, hope, I go.I have my plan. The lutes
begin to play a very sad airwhat oh, The tremolo grows more and
more weird. It is a manas a man. This time he is
on the balcony, pulls his hatover his eyes, takes off his sword,

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wraps himself and his cloak, thenleans over. He's not too high.
He strides across the balcony and drawingto him a long branch of one
of the trees that are by thegarden wall. He hangs on to it
with both hands, ready to lethimself fall. I'll shake this atmosphere.
Seeing eleven Serrano Deguiche, who wentas masks, feeling his way in the

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dark, watch, Can I cursedFryer be a point the devil if he
knows my voice? Letting go withone hand, he pretends to turn on
an invincible key. Solemnly, RickCrack, assume thou Sir Reno, to
serve the turn. The accent ofthe natives. Looking at the house,

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whis there? I see dim Thismask hinders me. He's about to enter
when Sirano leaps from the balcony,pulling onto the branch, which bends,
dropping him between the door and deGuiche. He pretends to fall heavily,
as from a great hide and liesflat on the ground, motionless, as
if stunned. De guiche hruts back. What's this? When he looks up,

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the branch has sprung back into itsplace. He sees only the sky
and is lost in amazement. Wherefell that man? From sitting up and
speaking with a gascon ascent from Zermoonfrom in a dreamy voice, what o'clock?
He's lost his mind for sure?What are what countries? Is?
What? A month? What day? But I am stupefied, sir,

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like a bomb. I fell fromGamoon impatiently come now rising in a terrible
voice, I say, germoon recoiling, Good gourd, let it be.
So he's raving mad. Walking upto him, I say, from the
moon. I mean no metaphor.But whilst a hundred years a minute since

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I cannot guess what time that farand graced that I was in that saffron
colored ball, shrugging his shoulders,good, let me pass, intercepting him.
Where am I tell the truth?Fear not to tell, or spare
me not? Where Where have Ifallen? Like a shooting star? More
bleu? The fall was lightning quick, no time to choose where I should

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fall? I know not where itbe? Or tell me is it on
a moon? Or that my posteriorweight has landed me? I tell you,
sir, with a screech of terror, which makes de guiche start back.
No can it be? I'm ona planet where men have black faces,

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putting a hand to his face,watch feigning great alarm. Am I
in Africa? A native you whohas remembered his mask? This mask of
mine? Pretending to be reassured inveris ha or room trying to pass A
lady waits quite reassured. Oh ho, I am in pie, smiling in

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spite of himself. The fool iscomical, you laugh. I laugh,
but would get by beaming the joy. I have shot back to Parry quite
at ease, laughing, dusting himself, bobbing Tom. Pardon me by the
last water spout covered with ether,accident of travel, My eyes still full

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of star dust in my spurs,encumbered by the planet's philippins. Picking something
off his sleeve, Ha on mydouble ah a comets here he puffs as
if to blow it away beside himself. Sir, just as he is about
to pass, holds out his legas if to show him something, and
stops him in my leg the calfthere is a tooth of the great bear,

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and passing Neptune close, I wouldavoid his trident's point and fell,
thus, sitting plump right in thescales. My weight is marked, still
registered up there in heaven. Hurriedlypreventing the guiche from passing, unbeatening him
by the button of his doublet.I swear to you, if you squeezed

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my nose, it woulds about milkmilk from the milky way. Oh,
go to hell, crossing his arms, I fall, sir, out of
heaven. Now would you credit itthat? As I fell, I saw
that serious wears a nightcap through confidentially. The other bear is still too small

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to bite, laughing. I wentto the lira, but I snapped a
cord. Grandeloquent, I mean towrite the whole thing in a book.
The small gold stars had wrapped upin my cloak I carried safe away at
no small risks will serve for asterisksin the printed page. Come make an

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end, I won't. Oh,ho you are sly, sir, You
would worm all out of me.The way the moon is made is if
men breathe and live in its faultconcurb Ita and really no, no,
I won't ha ha to know howI got up hark. It was by
a method of my own furied.He's mad contemptuously No, not for me

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the stupid eagle of Riggiomontanus, northe timid pigeon of Archidas, neither of
those. Aye, tis a fool, but tis a learned fool, nor
imritator. I am as a man. De Guiche has succeeded in getting by,
and goes toward Roxand's door. Sirranofollows him, ready to stop him

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by force. Six novel methods allthis brain invented. Turning round six volubly,
first with body naked as your handfestoned about with crystal fleck horns full
of the tears the early morning twodistills my body to the sun's fierce rays,

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exposed to let it suck me upas to sucks the two surprised,
making one step towards Sirrano. Ah, that makes one, stepping back and
enticing him further away, as endsthe second way to generate wind for my
impetus to rarefy air in a cedarcase by mirrors placed I cast ahedron wise,

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making another step two, still steppingbackward. Oh, Or I have
some mechanic skill to make a grasshopperwith springs of steel and launch myself by
quick succeeding fires salt peter fed tothe stars Pasteur's blue unconsciously following him and

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counting on his fingers. Three.Or since fumes have property to mount,
to charge a globe with fumes sufficientlyto carry me aloft samply more and more
astonished, Well, that makes four? Or smear myself with merrow fob a
bole, since at the lowest pointof zodiac Phoebus well loves to suck that

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merrow up. Amazed. Five Sirranuku, while speaking, had drawn him to
the other side of the squire,near a bench sitting on an iron platform.
Thence to zow a magnet in theair. This is a method well
conceived. The magnet flown incaribly,the iron will pursue them. Quick we

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launch your magnet and use us canmount and mount a measured distances. Here
are six excellent expedients. Which ofthe six chose you? Why? None?
A seventh? Astonishing? What wasit? I recount? This wild
eccentric becomes interesting, making a noiselike the beeves, but their gestures who

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who, Well, you have guessednot? I Z died in the witching
hour when the woon woozed the wave. I laid me fresh from a see
that on the shore, and failingnot to put head foremost, for the

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hair holds the seawater in its fash. I rose in air, straight,
straight, like Angel's flight, andmounted, mounted gently, effortless, No
a sudden shock, then overcome bycuriosity, sitting down on the bench.
Then oh, Then suddenly, returningto his natural voice, the quarters gone,

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I'll hinder you no more. Themarriage vows are made, springing up,
won't am I matt that voice?The house door opens. Lackeys up
here carrying lighted candlebra light. Seranogracefully uncovers that nose Cirano bowing Sereno.

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While we were chatting, they haveplighted truth who He turns round tableau behind
the lackeys up Here Roxa and Christiaholding each other by the hand. The
fryer follows them, smiling. Ragonalso holds a candlestick. The duenna closes
the rear, bewildered, having madea hasty twilet heavens. Scene twelve,

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The scene Roxa Christia the friar dragonlackeys the duenna to Roxa, you,
recognizing Christia in amazement, he bowingwith admiration to Roxa kindly contrived to Serrano,
my compliments, sir apparatus maker,your story would arrest at Peter's Gate,

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saints eager for their paradise, notewell the details faith, they'd make
a stirring book. Bowing, Ishall not fail to follow your advice.
The friar showing with satisfaction. Thetwo lovers to do guiche a handsome couple,
fun made one by you with thefreezing look. I to Roxa,

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pitch your bridegroom, Madame fond fairwell? Why so? To Christia,
even though the regiment departs, joinit. It goes to battle without doubt.
But the cadets go not, ohI they go, drawing out the
paper he had put in his pocket. Here is the order to Christian,

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baron bear it quick, throwing herselfin Christian's arms. Christia sneeringly to Serrano,
the wedding night is far methinks aside. He thinks to give me pain
of death by this. To Rosa, now once again your lips, oh,
come enough, still kissing Noxa.It has hard to leave her,

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you know, not trying to drawhim away. I know, sound of
drums beating a march in the distance. The regiment starts to Sirrano, holding
back Christia, whom Sirrano is drawingaway. Oh, I trust him.
You promise me that no risks shallput his life in danger. I will
try my best, but promise thatI cannot but swear he shall be prudent

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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 pausingthat I promise you couldn't. End
of Act three.