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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