SCENE XI
Cyrano, De Guiche.
De Guiche
[who enters, masked, feeling his way in the dark].
What can that cursed Friar be about ?
Cyrano.
The devil ! ... If he knows my voice !
[Letting go with one hand, he pretends to turn an invisible key. Solemnly.]
Cric ! crac !
Assume thou, Cyrano, to serve the turn,
The accent of thy native Bergerac ! . . .
De Guiche
[looking at the house].
'Tis there. I see dim, - this mask hinders me !
[He is about to enter, when Cyrano leaps from the balcony, holding on to the branch, which bends, dropping him between the door and De Guiche ; he pretends to fall heavily, as from a great height, and lies flat on the ground, motionless, at if stunned. De Guiche starts back.]
What 's this ?
[When he looks up, the branch has sprung back into its place. He sees only the sky, and is lost in amazement.]
Where fell that man from ?
