Morris Carnovsky credited as playing...
Le Bret
- Le Bret: [Earlier, Cyrano had arranged to meet Roxanne at Ragueneau's, tomorrow at 7. Now he promises to escort Ragueneau home & protect him from armed ruffians hired by the Comte de Guiche] Why are you risking your life for this pastry cook?
- Cyrano de Bergerac: First, because this pastry cook is a friend of mine. Second, because this pastry cook is also a poet. And most important, if anything should happen to this pastry cook, tomorrow morning at 7, his shop will be closed.
- Cyrano de Bergerac: Very well, let the old fellow come now. He shall find me on my feet sword in hand.
- Roxane: Cyrano!
- Le Bret: He's delirious.
- Cyrano de Bergerac: I can see him now - he grins. He is looking at my nose, that skeleton. You there - who are you? A hundred against one, eh? I know them now, my ancient enemies...
- [Cyrano thrusts his sword at the empty air]
- Cyrano de Bergerac: Falsehood! There! There! Prejudice! Compromise! Cowardice! What's that? Surrender? No! Never! Never!
- [He slashes his sword wildly]
- Cyrano de Bergerac: Ah, you too, Vanity? I knew you would overthrow me in the end. No! I fight on! I fight on! I fight on!
- Le Bret: Look at me, twenty years a captain, while others, who know only how to deploy their forces at court, now dangle a marshal's baton.
- Cyrano de Bergerac: [smiling] Hmm... , well, someday I will avenge you too.
- Cyrano de Bergerac: Think of me./ Me whom the plainest woman would despise./ Me with this nose of mine that marches on/ Before me by a quarter of an hour./Whom should I love? Why of course it must be/ The woman in the world most beautiful.
- Le Bret: Most beautiful?
- Cyrano de Bergerac: In these eyes of mine, beyond compare.
- Le Bret: Wait! Your cousin - Roxane!
- Cyrano de Bergerac: Yes. Roxane.
- Cyrano de Bergerac: Whom I love? Think a moment. Think of me. Me, whom the plainest woman would despise. Me, with this nose of mine, that marches on before me by a quarter of an hour. Whom shall I love? Why, of course, it must be the woman in the world most beautiful.
- Le Bret: Most beautiful?
- Cyrano de Bergerac: In these eyes of mine, beyond compare.
- Le Bret: Wait, your cousin, Roxane.
- Cyrano de Bergerac: Yes, Roxane.
- Le Bret: Well, why not? If you love her, tell her so.
- Cyrano de Bergerac: My old friend, look at me and tell me how much hope remains for me with this protuberance? Well, I have no more illusions. Now and then, I may grow tender, walking alone in the blue cool of evening through some garden fresh with flowers after the benediction of the rain. My poor, big devil of a nose inhales April, and I follow with my eyes where some boy with a girl upon his arm, passes a patch of silver. And I feel somehow, I wish I had a woman too, walking with me under the moon and holding my arm and smiling. And then I dream and I forget. And then I see the shadow of my profile on the wall.
- Le Bret: My friend.
- Cyrano de Bergerac: My friend, I have my bitter days knowing myself so ugly, so alone.
- Le Bret: Ah, but your wit, your courage - why that poor child who just now offered you your dinner. You saw it. Her eyes did not avoid you.
- Cyrano de Bergerac: [In a state of awe and shock] That is true.