(_He is on the balcony, with his hat well down over his eyes. Takes off his sword, wraps himself in his cloak, leans over the railing and observes._) No! Really not too high! (_Straddles the railing, seizes a long branch of one of the trees and makes ready to drop._) I'll only slightly disturb the atmosphere! _SCENE XI._ CYRANO, GUICHE. GUICHE (_masked, and hesitating in the dark_). What can this infernal monk be doing? CYRANO. By the way--my voice?--He might recognise it! (_He loosens a hand and makes the motion of turning a key._) Cric! Crac! (_Solemnly_) Now, Cyrano, resume the accent of Bergerac! GUICHE (_looking at the house_). Here's the house! (_He is about to enter, but Cyrano springs from the balcony while holding on to the branch; the latter bends and lets him down between Guiche and the door. He affects to fall heavily, as if from a great height, remaining crushed and dazed. Guiche jumps back._) What is this? (_When Guiche recovers from his astonishment the branch has sprung up again, so that Cyrano appears to have fallen from the sky._) From where did this man drop? CYRANO (_speaking with a Gascon's accent_). From the moon! GUICHE. The moon!.... CYRANO (_as if dazed_). What time is it? What country is this? What month? What day? GUICHE. But, my dear Sir.... CYRANO. I feel quite dizzy.--Like a bombshell, I have just dropped from the moon! GUICHE (_out of patience_). Look here, Sir!.... CYRANO (_rising, and in thundering tone_). I say that I dropped! GUICHE (_falling back_). So be it, then! You dropped!.... (_aside_) He is no doubt insane! CYRANO (_walking toward him_). And my drop is not metaphorical!.... One hundred years, or one minute ago--I cannot tell how long I was on the way--I was up in that saffron-coloured ball! GUICHE (_shrugging his shoulders_). Quite so! But allow me to pass! CYRANO (_stopping him_). Be frank now! Where am I? Where have I fallen like a meteorite? GUICHE. Zounds, Sir!.... CYRANO. During my fall, I could make no selection as to my point of arrival. Is it upon a moon or an earth that my dead weight has just landed? GUICHE. But I repeat to you, Sir!.... CYRANO (_with a cry of horror that causes Guiche to fall back_). Good Heavens!.... In this country are people's faces black? Am I in Algiers, and are you a native? GUICHE (_touching his mask_). No doubt, this mask....