Not a word, if you please. Cyrano would never forgive me for stealing his war from him! (_calling toward the house_). Cousin! _SCENE III._ ROXANE, THE DUENNA, CYRANO. ROXANE (_pointing to door of house opposite hers_). We are going to Clomire's. Alcandre is to speak, so is Lysimon. DUENNA. Yes, but my little finger says that we shall be late. CYRANO. Make haste lest you miss part of their monkey talk. DUENNA (_looking at knocker_). That's right, they have gagged this noisy little wretch. It might have interrupted the finest speeches. (_She knocks very gently. Door opens._) ROXANE (_about to pass in. To Cyrano_). Were Christian to come, as is likely, request him to wait for me, please. CYRANO. I shall. (_As she is passing in the door, she turns, on hearing Cyrano speak._) And what question do you intend, as is your wont, to propound to him to-day? ROXANE. The question of.... CYRANO (_eagerly_). Of?.... ROXANE. But you'll remain silent! CYRANO. As a prison wall. ROXANE. No question at all!.... I shall simply say to him: Proceed--without a rein!--Extemporise. Speak of love. Be grand! CYRANO (_smiling_). Excellent idea! ROXANE. Hush! CYRANO. Hush! (_Roxane enters, closing the door._) CYRANO (_bowing to the door_). Very many thanks! (_The door opens and Roxane passes out her head._) ROXANE. He might try to prepare!.... CYRANO. That would never do!.... TOGETHER. Hush! (_Door closes._) CYRANO (_calling_). Christian! _SCENE IV._ CYRANO, CHRISTIAN. CYRANO. Now I'm informed! Prepare your memory. There is glory in store for you.--Drop your bad humour, and let us haste to your house, where I shall coach you. CHRISTIAN. No! CYRANO. What! CHRISTIAN. I'll wait for Roxane here. CYRANO. Have you gone mad? Come, come! CHRISTIAN. No! I said. I am weary of committing to memory my letters, my speeches.... Weary of playing a part....weary of trembling lest I fail! All good and well in the beginning! But now I feel that she really loves me! Many thanks, I fear nothing now. I'll speak unprompted. CYRANO. So, indeed!