heart, her fancy, are already caught!
Put it to th' touch!

CYRANO:
That she may mock my face?
That is the one thing on this earth I fear!

THE PORTER (introducing some one to Cyrano):
Sir, some one asks for you. . .

CYRANO (seeing the duenna):
God! her duenna!

Scene 1.VI.

Cyrano, Le Bret, the duenna.

THE DUENNA (with a low bow):
I was bid ask you where a certain lady
Could see her valiant cousin--but in secret.

CYRANO (overwhelmed):
See me?

THE DUENNA (courtesying):
Ay, Sir! She has somewhat to tell.

CYRANO:
Somewhat?. . .

THE DUENNA (still courtesying):
Ay, private matters!

CYRANO (staggering):
Ah, my God!

THE DUENNA:
To-morrow, at the early blush of dawn,
We go to hear mass at St. Roch.

CYRANO (leaning against Le Bret):
My God!

THE DUENNA:
After--what place for a few minutes' speech?

CYRANO (confused):
Where? Ah!. . .but. . .Ah, my God!. . .

THE DUENNA:
Say!

CYRANO:
I reflect!. . .

THE DUENNA:
Where?

CYRANO:
At--the pastry-house of Ragueneau.

THE DUENNA:
Where lodges he?

CYRANO:
The Rue--God!--St. Honore!

THE DUENNA (going):
Good. Be you there. At seven.

CYRANO:
Without fail.

(The duenna goes out.)

Scene 1.VII.

Cyrano, Le Bret. Then actors, actresses, Cuigy, Brissaille, Ligniere, the
porter, the violinists.

CYRANO (falling into Le Bret's arms):
A rendezvous. . .from her!. . .

LE BRET:
You're sad no more!

CYRANO:
Ah! Let the world go burn! She knows I live!

LE BRET:
Now you'll be calm, I hope?

CYRANO (beside himself for joy):
Calm? I now calm?
I'll be frenetic, frantic,--raving mad!
Oh, for an army to attack!--a host!
I've ten hearts in my breast; a score of arms;
No dwarfs to cleave in twain!. . .
(Wildly):
No! Giants now!

(For a few moments the shadows of the actors have been moving on the stage,
whispers are heard--the rehearsal is beginning. The violinists are in their
places.)

A VOICE FROM THE STAGE:
Hollo there! Silence! We rehearse!

CYRANO (laughing):
We go!

(He moves away. By the big door enter Cuigy, Brissaille, and some officers,
holding up Ligniere, who is drunk.)

CUIGY:
Cyrano!

CYRANO:
Well, what now?

CUIGY:
A lusty thrush
They're bringing you!

CYRANO (recognizing him):
Ligniere!. . .What has chanced?

CUIGY:
He seeks you!

BRISSAILLE:
He dare not go home!

CYRANO: