Act 2 — SCENE XI.
Charles Renauld translation
CYRANO, CHRISTIAN, THE GASCONS, THE MUSKETEER, LISE.
A CADET (half opening the door).
Complete silence.... the silence of death.... I fear to look around!
(after a survey) What!....
SEVERAL CADETS (entering and looking at Cyrano and Christian locked in each other's arms).
Ah!.... Oh!.... Impossible!....
(Consternation.)
THE MUSKETEER (jeeringly).
Well, well!....
CARBON.
Our quarrelsome demon has become as lamblike as an apostle! Struck on one of his nostrils—he offers the other!
THE MUSKETEER.
So, now we may speak of his nose!....
(calling Lise, triumphantly).
Lise, just come and see!....
(sniffing with affectation).
Why!.... Why!.... this is surprising! It smells here of....
(going up to Cyrano).
But you, Sir, must have noticed it? It smells of....
CYRANO (slapping Musketeer's face).
Five-leaf clover!
(General rejoicing, Cyrano is himself again. Cadets turn somersaults.)
CURTAIN.
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