Saturday twenty-six few hours ago they shot dead Bergerac.
to die shot in the chest, in good faith, the sword of a hero ... "- yes, I said so. But fate moved to take the game to me ... And here I am killed in an ambush, behind, by a servant, with a trunk. Very good. I got it all wrong - or even death.
[...] Here's my life: to be the prompter, and be forgotten.
[...] (to Ross) You remember that night when Christ spoke to you under the balcony? Well, my life is all there: while I stayed down in the shade, the other went up to catch the kiss of glory. E 'right, I admit now that I'm going to die: Moliere's genius and Cristiano was beautiful.
[...] I did not know the sweetness of women. My mother never got me good. I did not have sisters. The love I have fled for fear of their sarcasm. I owe everything to you all, to have had a girlfriend. To you if I have in my life is past, the rustle of a dress.
[...] I'm going to reach the moon without even need to invent a machine that took me ...
That's my paradise. More That is in me dear is a soul in exile there, I'm sure. We meet Socrates, Galileo ...
[...] What the hell was there to do, that there was to do him in jail this ?!... Philosopher, physicist, poet, soldier, musician fly across space, much controversy and even a lover - but on behalf of others, here lies Cyrano de Bergerac in his life was everything and nothing was ... I'm going. Excuse me. I can not wait for me: you see, the radius of the moon is for me.
I do not want you to stop crying the charming, beautiful, good Christian, I just want that when the great ice cold and my spine will give you a double meaning to these thy funeral shrouds - I that his mourning becomes a little bit of my mourning.
[...] I are watching ... It seems to me that I look at it, which allows him to fix his nose - which she did not snub nose on the skull ... What do you say? What is useless to resist ...?
I know. But do not fight just to win. No, it's much better when it is useless! ...
I see you. How are you? A thousand? - We recognize we are all ... all my old enemies!
lies? Please! Take it! Ah ha! The compromise, prejudice, cowardice ... (Duel) You want to come to terms? Never! ... Ah, here you too, the Stupidity! ... I know that eventually you'll win, but I do not care: I'm fighting! I fight! I fight!
Yes m'avete took everything: the laurel and the rose. Take! Take! ...
But there is something that I carry with me, in spite of you, something with which to greet the blue evening sky in the threshold of the present to God, something that does not crease or stain ...
From "Cyrano De Bergerac" by Edmond Rostand (1868-1918)
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