CYRANO, CHRISTIAN, THE GASCONS, THE MUSKETEER, LISE. A CADET (_half opening the door_). Complete silence.... the silence of death.... I fear to look around! (_after a survey_) What!.... SEVERAL CADETS (_entering and looking at Cyrano and Christian locked in each other's arms_). Ah!.... Oh!.... Impossible!.... (_Consternation._) THE MUSKETEER (_jeeringly_). Well, well!.... CARBON. Our quarrelsome demon has become as lamblike as an apostle! Struck on one of his nostrils--he offers the other! THE MUSKETEER. So, now we may speak of his nose!.... (_calling Lise, triumphantly_). Lise, just come and see!.... (_sniffing with affectation_). Why!.... Why!.... this is surprising! It smells here of.... (_going up to Cyrano_). But you, Sir, must have noticed it? It smells of.... CYRANO (_slapping Musketeer's face_). Five-leaf clover! (_General rejoicing, Cyrano is himself again. Cadets turn somersaults._) _CURTAIN._ [Illustration: _SECOND ACT._] [Illustration: _SECOND ACT._] _ACT III._ THE KISS OF ROXANE. _A small public square in the old Marais quarter of Paris. Old houses, narrow streets. To the right Roxane's house and garden, over the wall of which spread and hang the branches of large trees inside. Above the door, a window and a balcony. By the door a stone bench._ _Ivy creeps up the wall, and a jasmine twines around the balcony. By means of the bench and of stones projecting from the wall, it is comparatively easy to climb up to the balcony._ _Over the way, an old house in the same style, brick and stone, with a door, the knocker of which is wrapped with rags like a sore finger._ _As the curtain rises, the Duenna is seated on the bench. The window on Roxane's balcony is wide open. Standing near the Duenna is Ragueneau, wearing a sort of livery. He is concluding a story, and wiping his eyes._ _SCENE I._ RAGUENEAU, THE DUENNA, _later_ ROXANE, CYRANO, _and two pages_. RAGUENEAU. .... And then she left with a Musketeer! Deserted and ruined, I hung myself, and I was already off for another world, when enter Monsieur de Bergerac. He unhung me and offered me to his cousin for a steward. THE DUENNA. But how were you ruined so? RAGUENEAU. Lise had a weakness for the military, and I for poets. Mars ate all the cakes that Apollo left. Oh! they made short work of it! THE DUENNA (_rises and calls toward the window_). Roxane! Are you ready? We'll be late. VOICE OF ROXANE (_through the window_). I'm putting on my cape!