The Friar.
A quarter of an hour.
Cyrano
[pushing them all towards the house],
Go ! I stay.
Roxane
[to Christian].
Come ! . . .
[They enter.]
Cyrano.
Now, how to detain De Guiche so long ?
[He jumps on the bench, climbs to the balcony by the wall.]
Come ! ... up I go ! ... I have my plan ! . .
[The lutes begin to play a very sad air.]
What, ho !
[The tremolo grows more and more weird].
It is a man ! ay ! 'tis a man this time !
[He is on the balcony, pulls his hat over his eyes, takes off his sword, wraps himself in his cloak, then leans over.]
'Tis not too high !
[He strides across the balcony, and drawing to him a long branch of one of the trees that are by the garden wall, he hangs on to it with both hands, ready to let himself fall.]
I'll shake this atmosphere !
