Cyrano De Bergerac: Viisinäytöksinen Runomittainen Sankarinäytelmä
1898
Cyrano De Bergerac: Viisinäytöksinen Runomittainen Sankarinäytelmä
1898
Translated by Aukusti Simojoki
A poetic drama written in the late 19th century. The story centers around Cyrano de Bergerac, a skilled fighter and poet with an exceptionally large nose, who struggles with unrequited love and his insecurities while trying to win the heart of the beautiful Roxane. This play is well-known for its exploration of themes like love, honor, and self-identity. The opening of the work sets the stage in a theater in 1640 and introduces a lively scene filled with varied audience members, including soldiers, merchants, and nobles, as they await a performance of ''Clorise.'' Amidst the bustling crowd, two main characters, Christian de Neuvillette and his friend Lignière, arrive, setting the tone for the mix of humor and conflict that follows. We learn of Cyrano's impending entrance as he prepares to make a dramatic statement by confronting the pompous actor Montfleury, whose presence in the theater he vehemently opposes. This captivating beginning highlights Cyrano's fierce spirit and foreshadows the clash between his brilliance and the societal expectations he confronts.
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“A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.””
— Edmond Rostand
“A great nose may be an indexOf a great soul””
— Edmond Rostand
“My heart always timidly hides itself behind my mind. I set out to bring down stars from the sky, then, for fear of ridicule, I stop and pick little flowers of eloquence.””
— Edmond Rostand
“All our souls are written in our eyes.””
— Edmond Rostand
“I have a different idea of elegance. I don't dress like a fop, it's true, but my moral grooming is impeccable. I never appear in public with a soiled conscience, a tarnished honor, threadbare scruples, or an insult that I haven't washed away. I'm always immaculately clean, adorned with independence and frankness. I may not cut a stylish figure, but I hold my soul erect. I wear my deeds as ribbons, my wit is sharper then the finest mustache, and when I walk among men I make truths ring like spurs.””
— Edmond Rostand
“And what is a kiss, specifically? A pledge properly sealed, a promise seasoned to taste, a vow stamped with the immediacy of a lip, a rosy circle drawn around the verb 'to love.' A kiss is a message too intimate for the ear, infinity captured in the bee's brief visit to a flower, secular communication with an aftertaste of heaven, the pulse rising from the heart to utter its name on a lover's lip: 'Forever.””
— Edmond Rostand
“I-I am going to be a storm-a flame-I need to fight whole armies alone;I have ten hearts; I have a hundred arms;I feel too strong to war with mortals-BRING ME GIANTS!””
— Edmond Rostand
“...But...to sing,to dream, to smile, to walk, to be alone, be free,with a voice that stirs and an eye that still can see!To cock your hat to one side, when you pleaseat a yes, a no, to fight, or- make poetry!To work without a thought of fame or fortune,on that journey, that you dream of, to the moon!Never to write a line that's not your own...””
— Edmond Rostand
“My soul, be satisfied with flowers,With fruit, with weeds even; but gather themIn the one garden you may call your own.””
— Edmond Rostand
