He distracts De Guiche for an entire wedding ceremony

DE GUICHE:
[entering, with mask on, feeling his way in the dark] What can that cursed friar be doing?
CYRANO:
Damn! What if he recognizes my voice! [Letting go with one hand, he pretends to turn an invisible
key.] There! I've unlocked my native Bergerac accent!
DE GUICHE:
[looking at the house] I cannot see well at all through this mask! [He is about to enter, when
CYRANO leaps from the balcony, holding onto the branch, which bends, dropping him between the
door and DE GUICHE. He then pretends to fall heavily, as if from a great height, and lies flat on the
ground, motionless, as if stunned. DE GUICHE jumps back, startled.] 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
did this man fall from?
CYRANO:
[sitting up and speaking with a thick Gascon accent] From the moon!
DE GUICHE:
From the moon?
CYRANO:
[in a dreamy voice] What time is it?
DE GUICHE:
He's lost his mind, for sure!
CYRANO:
What time is it? What country is this? What month? What day?
DE GUICHE:
But—
CYRANO:
I'm still dazed and confused from the fall!
DE GUICHE:
Sir!
CYRANO:
I just fell like a bomb, straight from the moon!
DE GUICHE:
[impatiently] Oh, come on!
CYRANO:
[rising, in a fierce voice] I fell from the moon, I tell you!
DE GUICHE:
[stepping back] Yes, fine, so be it. [aside] He's raving mad!
CYRANO:
[walking up to him] I say from the moon! And I don't mean it metaphorically!
DE GUICHE:
But—
CYRANO:
Was it a hundred years ago or just a minute ago? I cannot guess how much time has passed since I
was on that yellow sphere up there!
DE GUICHE:
[shrugging his shoulders] Fine, then. Just let me pass.
CYRANO:
[stepping in his way] Where am I? Tell me the truth! Don't spare me! Where have I just fallen like a
shooting star?
DE GUICHE:
Oh, good Lord!
CYRANO:
The fall was lightning quick! I had no time to choose where I might land! Oh, tell me where the
weight of my posterior has landed me! Am I on earth or another moon?
DE GUICHE:
I tell you, Sir—
CYRANO:
[with a screech of terror, which makes DE GUICHE jump back] No! Can it be? I've landed on a
planet where men have black faces!
DE GUICHE:
[putting a hand to his face] What?
CYRANO:
[pretending to be greatly alarmed] Am I in Africa? Are you a native?
DE GUICHE:
[who has remembered his mask] Oh, my mask—
CYRANO:
[pretending to be somewhat reassured] Ah, then I must be in Venice! Or Rome?
DE GUICHE:
[trying to pass] A lady waits for me.
CYRANO:
Ah! Then I must be in Paris!
DE GUICHE:
[smiling in spite of himself] This fool is quite comical!
CYRANO:
You're smiling?
DE GUICHE:
Yes, I'm smiling, but I would still like to get by!
CYRANO:
[beaming with joy] I've landed back in Paris! [acting completely at ease now; laughing, dusting
himself off, bowing] Oh, please pardon me! I'm all soaked with cloud-water! My eyes are still full of
stardust and I have planet fur on my shoes! [picking something off his sleeve] And a comet's hair
stuck on my jacket! [He puffs as if to blow it away.]
DE GUICHE:
[completely exasperated] Sir!
CYRANO:
[Just as DE GUICHE is about to pass, he holds out his leg as if to show him something and stops
him.] Look! See the tooth mark in my leg from where the Great Bear bit me! And when I veered to
avoid Neptune’s trident, I fell right into the Scales! My weight is still registered on those scales, up
there in heaven! [hurriedly preventing de Guiche from passing, and detaining him by the button of his
jacket] I swear to you that if you squeezed my nose, it would spout milk!
DE GUICHE:
Milk?
CYRANO:
From the Milky Way!
DE GUICHE:
Oh, go to hell!
CYRANO:
[crossing his arms] Sir, I just fell from heaven! Would you believe me if I told you that Sirius wears a
nightcap? It's true! [confidentially] The other Bear is still too small to bite! [laughing] I went straight
through the Lyre and snapped a cord! [proudly] Some day I shall write the whole thing in a book! The
small gold stars that have stuck to my cloak will serve as asterisks on the printed page!
DE GUICHE:
Enough of this! Let me—
CYRANO:
Oh, you're a sly one!
DE GUICHE:
Sir!
CYRANO:
You're trying to worm it all out of me! You want me to tell you what the moon is made of, and
whether or not anyone lives there! I know what you're up to!
DE GUICHE:
[angrily] No, no! I just want—
CYRANO:
To know how I got up there? It was by a method all my own!
DE GUICHE:
[growing tired] He's mad!
CYRANO:
[contemptuously] I didn't copy Regiomontanus’ eagle! Nor did I make a version of Archytas’
pigeon! Neither of those! I tell you I got there by my own invention!
DE GUICHE:
Indeed, he's a fool, but an educated fool!
CYRANO:
No, I'm not an imitator of other men! [DE GUICHE has succeeded in getting by, and goes toward
ROXANE'S door. Cyrano follows him, ready to stop him by force.] Six new methods, all invented by
my own brain!
DE GUICHE:
[turning around] Six?
CYRANO:
[quickly and fluently] First, I lay my naked body on the ground and dab myself all over with drops of
water. Then I let the sun's fierce rays suck me up just as they suck up the morning dew!
DE GUICHE:
[surprised, making one step toward CYRANO] Ah! That makes one!
CYRANO:
[stepping back, and enticing him further away] Second, I surround a chest with twenty mirrors. The
mirrors focus the sun's rays directly upon the chest, heating up the air inside it. The air becomes
rarefied and the chest rises up like a balloon, with myself inside it!
DE GUICHE:
[making another step] That makes two!
CYRANO:
[still stepping backward] Or, with my mechanical skills, I build a giant grasshopper out of steel. I use
gunpowder to propel it, and with each leap, it launches me upward to the skies!
DE GUICHE:
[unconsciously following him and counting on his fingers] Three!
CYRANO:
Or, since smoke rises, I fill a giant globe with smoke. The globe rises, and carries me away!
DE GUICHE:
[still following Cyrano, and becoming more and more astonished] Well, that makes four!
CYRANO:
Or, since the goddess of the moon likes to hunt cattle, I coat my body with cattle marrow and get
drawn up by her bow and arrow!
DE GUICHE:
[amazed] Five!
CYRANO:
[who, while speaking, has drawn DE GUICHE to the other side of the square near a bench] Or, I sit
upon an iron platform and throw a mag- net into the air. It's a very smart method! The magnet will
pull up the iron platform with me on it. Then, I simply throw the magnet up again and it pulls the
platform up further! And on and on, until I reach the moon!
DE GUICHE:
Those are six excellent methods! Which one of them did you choose?
CYRANO:
Why, none of them! I chose a seventh!
DE GUICHE:
Astonishing! What was it?
CYRANO:
Try to guess.
DE GUICHE:
This madman has becoming quite interesting!
CYRANO:
[making a noise like that of ocean waves, and gesturing strangely] Hoo! Hoo!
DE GUICHE:
What does that mean?
CYRANO:
Can't you guess?
DE GUICHE:
Certainly not!
CYRANO:
The tide! When the moon was full, I soaked myself in the sea and laid myself down by the shore. In
the same way that it pulls the ocean up and causes the tides, the moon pulled me up! I was pulled
straight up by my head, since that part of me held the most moisture, due to my wet and matted hair! I
was gently rising, just like an angel in flight, when all of a sudden I felt a shock! And then—
DE GUICHE:
[overcome by curiosity, sitting down on the bench] And then what?
CYRANO:
Oh! And then—[suddenly returning to his natural voice] The quar- ter hour is up. I'll detain you no
more. The marriage vows have been exchanged.
DE GUICHE:
[springing up] What? Am I mad? That voice! [The door of the house opens. LACKEYS appear
carrying lighted candelabra. The stage ligh ting becomes brighter. CYRANO gracefully takes off his
hat, which he had kept pulled down in order to hide his face.] That nose! Cyrano?
CYRANO:
[bowing] At your service. They've just been married.
DE GUICHE:
Who? [He turns around. Behind the lackeys appear ROXANE and CHRISTIAN, holding hands. The
FRIAR follows them, smiling. RAGUENEAU also holds a candlestick. The DUENNA follows at the
rear, bewildered and wearing a dressing gown.] Good Lord!

(Scene XI, Page 105)