Act 5 — SCENE III.
Charles Renauld translation
LE BRET, RAGUENEAU.
RAGUENEAU.
After all, since you are here, Sir, it is just as well that she should be kept in ignorance! I was on my way to see your friend, this afternoon, when, as I was nearing his door, I saw him coming out. As I was endeavouring to overtake him, and as he was turning the corner, a window above him opened, and,—was it through accident? perhaps! a lackey dropped upon him a heavy log of wood.
LE BRET.
Cowards!.... Abominable!
RAGUENEAU.
Our friend, Sir, our poet, lay there on the ground with a large hole in his head!
LE BRET.
Is he dead?
RAGUENEAU.
No! but in what a state! I carried him up to his room... his room! You should see what it is!
LE BRET.
He is in great pain?
RAGUENEAU.
No, Sir, he has not recovered his senses.
LE BRET.
You found a doctor?
RAGUENEAU.
Yes, one who was good enough to come.
LE BRET.
Unfortunate Cyrano!—We must break the news gently to Roxane.—And what said the doctor?
RAGUENEAU.
He spoke of fever.... meningitis. Oh! if you saw him.... with his poor head bandaged!.... Come quickly, Sir, there is nobody with him! It would be death to him if he left his bed!
LE BRET (urging him toward the right).
This way is shorter; through the Chapel!
ROXANE (appearing on the porch, and seeing Le Bret and Ragueneau running up the colonnade to the Chapel!)
Monsieur Le Bret!
(Exeunt Le Bret and Ragueneau without answering.)
No doubt another of good Ragueneau's troubles.