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THE VOICE OF CARBON （from the other side）： Ho！ make haste！
ROXANE： Christian！
CARBON： FORM LINE！
ROXANE： Christian！
CARBON： HANDLE YOUR MATCH！
（Ragueneau rushes up； bringing water in a helmet。）
CHRISTIAN （in a dying voice）： Roxane！
CYRANO （quickly； whispering into Christian's ear； while Roxane distractedly tears a piece of linen from his breast； which she dips into the water； trying to stanch the bleeding）： I told her all。 She loves you still。
（Christian closes his eyes。）
ROXANE： How； my sweet love？
CARBON： DRAW RAMRODS！
ROXANE （to Cyrano）： He is not dead？
CARBON： OPEN YOUR CHARGES WITH YOUR TEETH！
ROXANE： His cheek Grows cold against my own！
CARBON： READY！ PRESENT！
ROXANE （seeing a letter in Christian's doublet）： A letter！。 。 。 'Tis for me！
（She opens it。）
CYRANO （aside）： My letter！
CARBON： FIRE！
（Musket reportsshoutsnoise of battle。）
CYRANO （trying to disengage his hand； which Roxane on her knees is holding）： But； Roxane； hark； they fight！
ROXANE （detaining him）： Stay yet awhile。 For he is dead。 You knew him； you alone。 （Weeping quietly）： Ah； was not his a beauteous soul； a soul Wondrous！
CYRANO （standing upbareheaded）： Ay； Roxane。
ROXANE： An inspired poet？
CYRANO： Ay； Roxane。
ROXANE： And a mind sublime？
CYRANO： Oh； yes！
ROXANE： A heart too deep for common minds to plumb； A spirit subtle； charming？
CYRANO （firmly）： Ay； Roxane。
ROXANE （flinging herself on the dead body）： Dead； my love！
CYRANO （asidedrawing his sword）： Ay； and let me die to…day； Since； all unconscious； she mourns mein him！
（Sounds of trumpets in the distance。）
DE GUICHE （appearing on the rampartsbareheadedwith a wound on his foreheadin a voice of thunder）： It is the signal！ Trumpet flourishes！ The French bring the provisions into camp！ Hold but the place awhile！
ROXANE： See； there is blood Upon the lettertears！
A VOICE （outsideshouting）： Surrender！
VOICE OF CADETS： No！
RAGUENEAU （standing on the top of his carriage； watches the battle over the edge of the ramparts）： The danger's ever greater！
CYRANO （to De Guichepointing to Roxane）： I will charge！ Take her away！
ROXANE （kissing the letterin a half…extinguished voice）： O God！ his tears！ his blood！。 。 。
RAGUENEAU （jumping down from the carriage and rushing toward her）： She's swooned away！
DE GUICHE （on the rampartto the cadetswith fury）： Stand fast！
A VOICE （outside）： Lay down your arms！
THE CADETS： No！
CYRANO （to De Guiche）： Now that you have proved your valor； Sir； （Pointing to Roxane）： Fly； and save her！
DE GUICHE （rushing to Roxane； and carrying her away in his arms）： So be it！ Gain but time； The victory's ours！
CYRANO： Good。 （Calling out to Roxane； whom De Guiche； aided by Ragueneau； is bearing away in a fainting condition）： Farewell； Roxane！
（Tumult。 Shouts。 Cadets reappear； wounded； falling on the scene。 Cyrano； rushing to the battle； is stopped by Carbon de Castel…Jaloux； who is streaming with blood。）
CARBON： We are breaking！ I am woundedwounded twice！
CYRANO （shouting to the Gascons）： GASCONS！ HO； GASCONS！ NEVER TURN YOUR BACKS！ （To Carbon； whom he is supporting）： Have no fear！ I have two deaths to avenge： My friend who's slain；and my dead happiness！ （They come down； Cyrano brandishing the lance to which is attached Roxane's handkerchief）： Float there！ laced kerchief broidered with her name！ （He sticks it in the ground and shouts to the cadets）： FALL ON THEM； GASCONS！ CRUSH THEM！ （To the fifer）： Fifer； play！
（The fife plays。 The wounded try to rise。 Some cadets； falling one over the other down the slope； group themselves round Cyrano and the little flag。 The carriage is crowded with men inside and outside； and； bristling with arquebuses； is turned into a fortress。）
A CADET （appearing on the crest； beaten backward； but still fighting； cries）： They're climbing the redoubt！ （and falls dead。）
CYRANO： Let us salute them！ （The rampart is covered instantly by a formidable row of enemies。 The standards of the Imperialists are raised）： Fire！
（General discharge。）
A CRY IN THE ENEMY'S RANKS： Fire！
（A deadly answering volley。 The cadets fall on all sides。）
A SPANISH OFFICER （uncovering）： Who are these men who rush on death？
CYRANO （reciting； erect； amid a storm of bullets）： The bold Cadets of Gascony； Of Carbon of Castel…Jaloux！ Brawling； swaggering boastfully； （He rushes forward； followed by a few survivors）： The bold Cadets。 。 。
（His voice is drowned in the battle。）
Curtain。
Act V。
Cyrano's Gazette。
Fifteen years later； in 1655。 Park of the Sisters of the Holy Cross in Paris。 Magnificent trees。 On the left the house： broad steps on to which open several doors。 An enormous plane tree in the middle of the stage； standing alone。 On the right； among big boxwood trees； a semicircular stone bench。
The whole background of the stage is crossed by an alley of chestnut trees leading on the right hand to the door of a chapel seen through the branches。 Through the double row of trees of this alley are seen lawns； other alleys； clusters of trees； winding of the park； the sky。
The chapel opens by a little side door on to a colonnade which is wreathed with autumn leaves； and is lost to view a little farther on in the right…hand foreground behind the boxwood。
It is autumn。 All the foliage is red against the fresh green of the lawns。 The green boxwood and yews stand out dark。
Under each tree a patch of yellow leaves。
The stage is strewn with dead leaves； which rustle under foot in the alleys； and half cover the steps and benches。
Between the benches on the right hand and the tree a large embroidery frame； in front of which a little chair has been set。
Baskets full of skeins and balls of wool。 A tapestry begun。
At the rising of the curtains nuns are walking to and fro in the park； some are seated on the bench around an older Sister。
The leaves are falling。
Scene 5。I。
Mother Marguerite； Sister Martha； Sister Claire； other sisters。
SISTER MARTHA （to Mother Marguerite）： Sister Claire glanced in the mirror； oncenay； twice； to see if her coif suited。
MOTHER MARGUERITE （to Sister Claire）： 'Tis not well。
SISTER CLAIRE： But I saw Sister Martha take a plum Out of the tart。
MOTHER MARGUERITE （to Sister Martha）： That was ill done； my sister。
SISTER CLAIRE： A little glance！
SISTER MARTHA： And such a little plum！
MOTHER MARGUERITE： I shall tell this to Monsieur Cyrano。
SISTER CLAIRE： Nay； prithee do not！he will mock！
SISTER MARTHA： He'll say we nuns are vain！
SISTER CLAIRE： And greedy！
MOTHER MARGUERITE （smiling）： Ay； and kind！
SISTER CLAIRE： Is it not true； pray； Mother Marguerite； That he has come； each week； on Saturday For ten years； to the convent？
MOTHER MARGUERITE： Ay！ and more！ Ever sincefourteen years agothe day His cousin brought here； 'midst our woolen coifs； The worldly mourning of her widow's veil； Like a blackbird's wing among the convent doves！
SISTER MARTHA： He only has the skill to turn her mind From griefunsoftened yet by Timeunhealed！
ALL THE SISTERS： He is so droll！It's cheerful when he comes！ He teases us！But we all like him well！ We make him pasties of angelica！
SISTER MARTHA： But； he is not a faithful Catholic！
SISTER CLAIRE： We will convert him！
THE SISTERS： Yes！ Yes！
MOTHER MARGUERITE： I forbid； My daughters； you attempt that subject。 Nay； Weary him nothe might less oft come here！
SISTER MARTHA： But。 。 。God。 。 。
MOTHER MARGUERITE： Nay； never fear！ God knows him well！
SISTER MARTHA： Butevery Saturday； when he arrives； He tells me； 'Sister； I eat meat on Friday！'
MOTHER MARGUERITE： Ah！ says he so？ Well； the last time he came Food had not passed his lips for two whole days！
SISTER MARTHA： Mother！
MOTHER MARGUERITE： He's poor。
SISTER MARTHA： Who told you so； dear Mother？
MOTHER MARGUERITE： Monsieur Le Bret。
SISTER MARTHA： None help him？
MOTHER MARGUERITE： He permits n