Scene 5.III.

Le Bret, Ragueneau.

RAGUENEAU:
   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.

LE BRET:
   Cowards! O Cyrano!

RAGUENEAU:
   I ran - I saw . . .

LE BRET:
   'Tis hideous!

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

LE BRET:
   He's dead?

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

LE BRET:
   He suffers?

RAGUENEAU:
   No, his consciousness has flown.

LE BRET:
   Saw you a doctor?

RAGUENEAU:
   One was kind - he came.

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

RAGUENEAU:
   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!

LE BRET (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.

(She descends the steps.)





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