New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-03-31

~ GulCHE Cooking at the bor,.,
- Yes, it is there DOM soa ,'S ss'p
This mask hinders me! Gle starts >. "s.
IN; Cyrano jumps from the balconv h.,s
ing onto a branch, which bends and I Nv.
MN down between the door and De Cn;oh.'
ne pretends to fall heavily, as if fros.
considerable height, and lies flat ~ a.
ground, where he remains motionless =, ~
stunned. De Guichc jumps backl W..
What is this? when he raises his own, " az
branch has sprung back; he sees noth,ns
put the sky and cannot understand ~
Where did this man fall from? '"'
CYRANO (sitting up and with the ca..
cony accent. From the moon!
DE GUICHE. From the what?
CYRANO (in a sleepy voice.. VIVA. t,mo
is it? soy s'A's
DE GUICHE. Has he lost his reason,
CYRANO. What time is it? What coun.
try? What day? What season?
DE GUICHE. But
CYRANO. | am bewldered!
DE GUICHE. Sir
CYRANO. l fell like bomb from the
moon!
DE GUICHE (out of paticnce). All!
Come now, sir!
CYRANO. A hundred years, or perhaps
one minute ago-I have no idea how long
my fall lasted!-I was in that saffron
colored orb!
DE GUICHE (shruggng his shoulders.
Yes. Let me pass!
CYRANO. see what you are coming to!
DE GUICHE. Sir!
CYRANO. You would like to learn from
my bps how the moon is made and if any
one dwells in the rotundity of this cocurbit?
De GUICHE (shouting). No! wish
C4RANO To know how mounted
there? 1t was by means of my own in
vention.
DE GUICHE (discouraged). He is mad
CYRANO (scornfully). l did not repeat
the stupid eagle of Regiomontanus nor the
timid pigeon Of Archytas.
DE GUICHE He is q lunatic-but he is
learned lunatic.
CYRANO. No, did not initiate anything
which had been done before! Ode Guche
succeeds in passing by and walks toward
Roxanne's door. Cyrano follows him. ready to
seize him.) | inevented six ways Of violat-
ing the virgin azure!
DE GUICHE. Six?
CYRANO with volubility) could ca.
parison my body, made bare as wax taper,
with crystal phials filled full of tears from
morning sky, and my person then exposed
to the rays of the sun would be sucked UP
by that luminary in sucking up the dew!
DE GUICHE (surprisod, and taking step
toward Cyrano). Watt Yes, that makes
one
CYRANO drawing back to lead him on
the other side. And again could imprison
enough wind to take my flight by rarefying
the air in a cedar chest by means of glow
ing mirrors on an ioosahedron
DE GUICHE (takes another step). Two!
CYRANO (again drawing back) Or else,
stree 1 am machinist as we'll as pyrotech-
mist, on 'grasshopper" with steel springs,
by successive explosions of saltpetre, hurl
myself into the blue meadows where tho
stars are feeding!
DE GUICHE following him, without
suspicion, and counting on his fingers.
Three!
CYRANO. Since smoke has a tendency
to rise, blow enough into q globe to carry
me away!
DE GUICHE (same action, more and more
nstcnishcd). Four.
CYRANO. Since Diana, when her bow is
slcndercst. loves to suck out, 0 oxen, your
marrow-to anoint myself with it!
DE GU1CHE (stupefied). Five.
CYRANO (who while talking has led him
to the other side of the square, near seat.
Finally, placing myself on an iron plate,
take piece of loadstone and fling it in the
nir! This is an excellent way: the iron
rushes off in pursuit, as soon as the load'
stone starts away; you hurl the loadstone
very quickly again, and, POUNDS! you eau
ascend in this way indefinitely
DE GUICHE. Six! Those are six excel.
lent ways! Which method of the six did
you choose, sir?
CYRANO. A seventh!
DE GUICHE. Indeed What was that!
CYRANO. l give you hundred guessssl
DE GUICHE. The rascal is growing in
tcresting!
CIRANO (making the sound Of waves
with grand, mysterious gestures). Houle'
houlc!
DE GUICHE Well!
CYRANO. Have you guessed?
DE GuICHE. No!
CYRANO. The sea! Just at the time tho
lido is attracted by the moon take my
place on the sand-after sea bath--and
head first, my dear-for the hair especially
holds the water in its fringe!-I rise N
the air, straight, straight up, like IN angel
l ascend ascend gently, without effort
when feel shock! Then
DE GUICHE Carried away by curiosity
and sitting down on the seat). Then?
CYRANO. Then-~~-- (Resuming his nat
ural voice.) The quarter Of an hour is passs
sir--I give YOU up; the marriage is over.