Le Bret, Ragueneau.
RAGUENEAU: Since you are here, 'tis best she should not know! I was going to your friend just now--was but A few steps from the house, when I saw him Go out. I hurried to him. Saw him turn The corner. . .suddenly, from out a window Where he was passing--was it chance?. . .may be! A lackey let fall a large piece of wood.
LE BRET: Cowards! O Cyrano!
RAGUENEAU: I ran--I saw. . .
LE BRET: 'Tis hideous!
RAGUENEAU: Saw our poet, Sir--our friend-- Struck to the ground--a large wound in his head!
LE BRET: He's dead?
RAGUENEAU: No--but--I bore him to his room. . . Ah! his room! What a thing to see!--that garret!
LE BRET: He suffers?
RAGUENEAU: No, his consciousness has flown.
LE BRET: Saw you a doctor?
RAGUENEAU: One was kind--he came.
LE BRET: My poor Cyrano!--We must not tell this To Roxane suddenly.--What said this leech?--
RAGUENEAU: Said,--what, I know not--fever, meningitis!-- Ah! could you see him--all 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 goes--when I call! 'Tis some new trouble of good Ragueneau's.
(She descends the steps.)
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