ROXANE (leaning over):
What whisper you?
CYRANO:
I chid myself for my too bold advances;
Said, ‘Silence, Christian!’
(The lutes begin to play):
Hark! Wait awhile,. . .
Steps come!
(Roxane shuts the window. Cyrano listens to the lutes, one of which plays a merry, the other a melancholy, tune):
Why, they play sad—then gay—then sad! What? Neither man nor woman?—oh!
a monk!
(Enter a capuchin friar, with a lantern. He goes from house to house, looking at every door.)
[Scene 3.VII.]
Cyrano, Christian, a capuchin friar.
CYRANO (to the friar):
What do you, playing at Diogenes?
THE FRIAR:
I seek the house of Madame. . .
CHRISTIAN:
Oh! plague take him!
THE FRIAR:
Madeleine Robin. . .
CHRISTIAN:
What would he?. . .