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.)