ACT ONE: SCENE THREE
(Ragueneau's Pastry Shop–early morning. SR is a
room with a counter full of baked pies, creams puffs,
and tarts. Separated by a door is another small
room on SL, empty except for a table with misc. objects
thrown on it and a bench next to the window.
RAGUENEAU sits at the counter SR, writing.)
RAGUENEAU:
Now what rhymes with "flan?" Man...can...pan!
LISE:
(enters with a basketful of bags and sets them down)
Put that drivel away; we're open!
RAGUENEAU:
(sighs)
Yes, yes, of course.
LISE:
I refilled your store of paper bags.
RAGUENEAU:
Thank you. (Looks through the bags)
What the...What have you done! These are the pages from my
poetry books!
LISE:
I'm putting them to better use.
RAGUENEAU:
Do you have a bolt loose, woman? Have you gone mad!
LISE:
Oh, suck it up, you little whiner!
CYRANO:
(enters via audience to meet Ragueneau)
What time is it?
RAGUENEAU:
Cyrano! Come in! Come in!
(He leads Cyrano to his shop)
That was a spectacular fight!
CYRANO:
Which one?
RAGUENEAU:
At the theatre!
LISE:
He won't shut up about it.
RAGUENEAU:
A whole duel in verse! "...at the end, I strike!"
CYRANO:
The time?
RAGUENEAU:
Five past seven. "...at the end, I strike!" Marvelous!
LISE:
(notices blood on Cyrano's hand)
Are you hurt, sir?
CYRANO:
No. Just scratched.
RAGUENEAU:
From the fight last night?
CYRANO:
From a fight last night. What's the time?
RAGUENEAU:
Six past seven.
CYRANO:
Is there somewhere here I can talk to someone in private?
RAGUENEAU:
My poet friends are coming, but I think I have a spare
room. You should talk to them about your ballade!
CYRANO:
I can't. I'm meeting someone.
LISE:
Hence his mentioning talking to someone in private. (Exits)
RAGUENEAU:
Oh, of course, of course! Over here. (Leads Cyrano to the room SL)
You can stay here, then.
CYRANO:
Thank you.
LISE:
(from offstage) God save me!
RAGUENEAU:
Ah, my poets must be here! (Exits)