Act III, Scene xii
| The same. Roxane, Christian, the friar, Ragueneau, lackeys, the duenna. |
| DE GUICHE (to Roxane): |
 You? |
| (Recognizing Christian, in amazement): |
| He? |
| (Bowing, with admiration, to Roxane): |
| Cunningly contrived! |
| (To Cyrano): |
| 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! |
| CYRANO (bowing): |
| 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): |
| Ay! |
| (To Roxane): |
| Bid your bridegroom, Madame, fond farewell. |
| ROXANE: |
| Why so? |
| DE GUICHE (to Christian): |
| Even now the regiment departs. |
| Join it! |
| ROXANE: |
| It goes to battle? |
| DE GUICHE: |
| Without doubt. |
| ROXANE: |
| But the Cadets go not? |
| DE GUICHE: |
| Oh ay! they go. |
| (Drawing out the paper he had put in his pocket): |
| Here is the order. |
| (To Christian): |
| Baron, bear it, quick! |
| ROXANE (throwing herself in Christian's arms): |
| Christian! |
| DE GUICHE (sneeringly to Cyrano): |
| The wedding-night is far, methinks! |
| CYRANO (aside): |
| He thinks to give me pain of death by this! |
| CHRISTIAN (to Roxane): |
| Oh! once again! Your lips! |
| CYRANO: |
| Come, come, enough! |
| CHRISTIAN (still kissing Roxane): |
| —'Tis hard to leave her, you know not. . . |
| CYRANO (trying to draw him away): |
| I know. |
| (Sound of drums beating a march in the distance.) |
| DE GUICHE: |
| 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 |
| In danger! |
| CYRANO: |
| I will try my best, but promise. . . |
| That I cannot! |
| ROXANE: |
| But swear he shall be prudent? |
| CYRANO: |
| Again, I'll do my best, but. . . |
| ROXANE: |
| In the siege |
| Let him not suffer! |
| CYRANO: |
| All that man can do, |
| I. . . |
| ROXANE: |
| That he shall be faithful! |
| CYRANO: |
| Doubtless, but. . . |
| ROXANE: |
| That he will write oft? |
| CYRANO (pausing): |
| That, I promise you! |
| Curtain.: |
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