第 23 节
作者:抵制日货      更新:2021-02-19 20:54      字数:9321
  RAGUENEAU:   Said;what; I know notfever; meningitis!   Ah! could you see himall 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 goeswhen I call! 'Tis some new trouble of good Ragueneau's。
  (She descends the steps。)
  Scene 5。IV。
  Roxane alone。  Two sisters; for a moment。
  ROXANE:   Ah! what a beauty in September's close!   My sorrow's eased。  April's joy dazzled it;   But autumn wins it with her dying calm。 (She seats herself at the embroidery frame。  Two sisters come out of the house; and bring a large armchair under the tree):   There comes the famous armchair where he sits;   Dear faithful friend!
  SISTER MARTHA:   It is the parlor's best!
  ROXANE:   Thanks; sister。 (The sisters go):   He'll be here now。 (She seats herself。  A clock strikes):   The hour strikes。   My silks?Why; now; the hour's struck!   How strange   To be behind his time; at last; to…day!   Perhaps the portresswhere's my thimble?。 。 。   Here!Is preaching to him。 (A pause):   Yes; she must be preaching!   Surely he must come soon!Ah; a dead leaf! (She brushes off the leaf from her work):   Nothing; besides; couldscissors?In my bag!   Could hinder him。 。 。
  A SISTER (coming to the steps):   Monsieur de Bergerac。
  Scene 5。V。
  Roxane; Cyrano and; for a moment; Sister Martha。
  ROXANE (without turning round):   What was I saying?。 。 。 (She embroiders。  Cyrano; very pale; his hat pulled down over his eyes; appears。  The sister who had announced him retires。  He descends the steps slowly; with a visible difficulty in holding himself upright; bearing heavily on his cane。  Roxane still works at her tapestry):   Time has dimmed the tints。 。 。   How harmonize them now? (To Cyrano; with playful reproach):   For the first time   Late!For the first time; all these fourteen years!    CYRANO (who has succeeded in reaching the chair; and has seated himselfin a lively voice; which is in great contrast with his pale face):   Ay!  It is villainous!  I ragedwas stayed。 。 。
  ROXANE:   By?。 。 。
  CYRANO:   By a bold; unwelcome visitor。
  ROXANE (absently; working):   Some creditor?
  CYRANO:   Ay; cousin;the last creditor   Who has a debt to claim from me。
  ROXANE:   And you   Have paid it?
  CYRANO:   No; not yet!  I put it off;   Said; 'Cry you mercy; this is Saturday;   When I have get a standing rendezvous   That naught defers。  Call in an hour's time!'
  ROXANE (carelessly):   Oh; well; a creditor can always wait!   I shall not let you go ere twilight falls。
  CYRANO:   Haply; perforce; I quit you ere it falls!
  (He shuts his eyes; and is silent for a moment。  Sister Martha crosses the park from the chapel to the flight of steps。  Roxane; seeing her; signs to her to approach。)
  ROXANE (to Cyrano):   How now?  You have not teased the Sister?
  CYRANO (hastily opening his eyes):   True! (In a comically loud voice):   Sister! come here! (The sister glides up to him):   Ha! ha!  What?  Those bright eyes   Bent ever on the ground?
  SISTER MARTHA (who makes a movement of astonishment on seeing his face):   Oh!
  CYRANO (in a whisper; pointing to Roxane):   Hush! 'tis naught! (Loudly; in a blustering voice):   I broke fast yesterday!
  SISTER MARTHA (aside):   I know; I know!   That's how he is so pale!  Come presently   To the refectory; I'll make you drink   A famous bowl of soup。 。 。You'll come?
  CYRANO:   Ay; ay!
  SISTER MARTHA:   There; see!  You are more reasonable to…day!
  ROXANE (who hears them whispering):   The Sister would convert you?
  SISTER MARTHA:   Nay; not I!
  CYRANO:   Hold! but it's true!  You preach to me no more;   You; once so glib with holy words!  I am   Astonished!。 。 。 (With burlesque fury):   Stay; I will surprise you too!   Hark!  I permit you。 。 。 (He pretends to be seeking for something to tease her with; and to have found it):   。 。 。It is something new!   Topray for me; to…night; at chapel…time!
  ROXANE:   Oh! oh!
  CYRANO (laughing):   Good Sister Martha is struck dumb!
  SISTER MARTHA (gently):   I did not wait your leave to pray for you。
  (She goes out。)
  CYRANO (turning to Roxane; who is still bending over her work):   That tapestry!  Beshrew me if my eyes   Will ever see it finished!
  ROXANE:   I was sure   To hear that well…known jest!
  (A light breeze causes the leaves to fall。)
  CYRANO:   The autumn leaves!
  ROXANE (lifting her head; and looking down the distant alley):   Soft golden brown; like a Venetian's hair。   See how they fall!
  CYRANO:   Ay; see how brave they fall;   In their last journey downward from the bough;   To rot within the clay; yet; lovely still;   Hiding the horror of the last decay;   With all the wayward grace of careless flight!
  ROXANE:   What; melancholyyou?
  CYRANO (collecting himself):   Nay; nay; Roxane!
  ROXANE:   Then let the dead leaves fall the way they will。 。 。   And chat。  What; have you nothing new to tell;   My Court Gazette?
  CYRANO:   Listen。
  ROXANE:   Ah!
  CYRANO (growing whiter and whiter):   Saturday   The nineteenth:  having eaten to excess   Of pear…conserve; the King felt feverish;   The lancet quelled this treasonable revolt;   And the august pulse beats at normal pace。   At the Queen's ball on Sunday thirty score   Of best white waxen tapers were consumed。   Our troops; they say; have chased the Austrians。   Four sorcerers were hanged。  The little dog   Of Madame d'Athis took a dose。 。 。
  ROXANE:   I bid   You hold your tongue; Monsieur de Bergerac!
  CYRANO:   Mondaynot muchClaire changed protector。
  ROXANE:   Oh!
  CYRANO (whose face changes more and more):   Tuesday; the Court repaired to Fontainebleau。   Wednesday; the Montglat said to Comte de Fiesque。 。 。   No!  ThursdayMancini; Queen of France! (almost!)   Friday; the Monglat to Count Fiesque said'Yes!'   And Saturday the twenty…sixth。 。 。
  (He closes his eyes。  His head falls forward。  Silence。)
  ROXANE (surprised at his voice ceasing; turns round; looks at him; and rising; terrified):   He swoons! (She runs toward him crying):   Cyrano!
  CYRANO (opening his eyes; in an unconcerned voice):   What is this? (He sees Roxane bending over him; and; hastily pressing his hat on his head; and shrinking back in his chair):   Nay; on my word   'Tis nothing!  Let me be!
  ROXANE:   But。 。 。
  CYRANO:   That old wound   Of Arras; sometimes;as you know。 。 。
  ROXANE:   Dear friend!
  CYRANO:   'Tis nothing; 'twill pass soon; (He smiles with an effort):   See!it has passed!
  ROXANE:   Each of us has his wound; ay; I have mine;   Never healed upnot healed yet; my old wound! (She puts her hand on her breast):   'Tis here; beneath this letter brown with age;   All stained with tear…drops; and still stained with blood。
  (Twilight begins to fall。)
  CYRANO:   His letter!  Ah! you promised me one day   That I should read it。
  ROXANE:   What would you?His letter?
  CYRANO:   Yes; I would fain;to…day。 。 。
  ROXANE (giving the bag hung at her neck):   See! here it is!
  CYRANO (taking it):   Have I your leave to open?
  ROXANE:   Openread!
  (She comes back to her tapestry frame; folds it up; sorts her wools。)
  CYRANO (reading):   'Roxane; adieu!  I soon must die!   This very night; beloved; and I   Feel my soul heavy with love untold。   I die!  No more; as in days of old;   My loving; longing eyes will feast   On your least gestureay; the least!   I mind me the way you touch your cheek   With your finger; softly; as you speak!   Ah me!  I know that gesture well!   My heart cries out!I cry 〃Farewell〃!'
  ROXANE:   But how you read that letter!  One would think。 。 。
  CYRANO (continuing to read):   'My life; my love; my jewel; my sweet;   My heart has been yours in every beat!'
  (The shades of evening fall imperceptibly。)
  ROXANE:   You read in such a voiceso strangeand yet   It is not the first time I hear that voice!
  (She comes nearer very softly; without his perceiving it; passes behind his chair; and; noiselessly leaning over him; looks at the letter。  The darkness deepens。)
  CYRANO:   'Here; dying; and there; in the land on high;   I am he who loved; who loves you;I。 。 。'
  ROXANE (putting her hand on his shoulder):   How can you read?  It is too dark to see! (He starts; turns; sees her close to him。  Suddenly alarmed; he holds his head down。  Then in the dusk; which has now completely enfolded them; she says; very slowly; with clasped hands):   And; fourteen years long; he has played this part   Of the kind old friend who comes to laugh and chat。
  CYRANO:   Roxane!
  ROXANE:   'Twas you!
  CYRANO:   No; never; Roxane; no!
  ROXANE:   I should have guessed; each time he said my name!
  CYRANO:   No; it was not I!
  ROXANE:   It was you!
  CYRANO:   I swear!
  ROXANE:   I see through all the generous counterfeit   The lettersyou!
  CYRANO:   No。
  ROXANE:   The sweet; mad love…words!   You!
  CYRANO:   No!
  ROXANE:   The voice that thrilled the nightyou; you!
  CYRANO:   I swear you