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Edmond Eugène Alexis Rostand (1 April 1868 – 2 December 1918) was a French poet and dramatist. He is associated with neo-romanticism, and is best known for his play Cyrano de Bergerac. Rostand's romantic plays provided an alternative to the naturalistic theatre popular during the late nineteenth century. Another of Rostand's works, Les Romanesques, was adapted to the musical comedy, The Fantasticks.

Biography

Early years

Rostand was born in Marseille, France, into a wealthy and cultured Provençal family. His father was an economist and a poet, a member of the Marseille Academy and the Institut de France. Rostand studied literature, history, and philosophy at the Collège Stanislas in Paris, France.

His first play, a burlesque, Les romanesques was produced on 21 May 1894 at the Theatre Francais. He took the motive of his second piece, La Princesse lointaine (Theatre de la Renaissance, 5 April 1895), from the story of the troubadour Rudel and the Lady of Tripoli. The part of Melissande was created by Sarah Bernhardt, who also was the original Photine of La Samaritaine (Theatre de la Renaissance, 14 April 1897), a Biblical drama in three scenes taken from the gospel story of the woman of Samaria.

The production of his heroic comedy of Cyrano de Bergerac (28 December 1897, Theatre de la Porte Saint-Martin), with Benoît-Constant Coquelin in the title-role, was a triumph. No such enthusiasm for a drama in verse had been known since the days of Hugo's Hernani. The play was quickly translated into English, German, Russian and other European languages. For his hero he had drawn on French 17th-century history.

In L'Aiglon he chose a subject from Napoleonic legend, suggested probably by Henri Welschinger's Roi de Rome, 1811-32 (1897), which contained much new information about the unhappy life of the Duke of Reichstadt, son of Napoleon I, and Marie Louise, under the surveillance of Metternich at the Schönbrunn Palace. L'Aiglon in six acts and in verse, was produced (15 March 1900) by Sarah Bernhardt at her own theatre, she herself undertaking the part of the Duke of Reichstadt.

In 1901, Rostand became the youngest writer to be elected to the Académie française. Chantecler produced in February 1910, was awaited with an interest, enhanced by considerable delay in the production, hardly equaled by the enthusiasm of its reception. Lucien Guitry was in the title role and Mme. Simone played the part of the pheasant, the play being a fantasy of bird and animal life, and the characters denizens of the farmyard and the woods.

Personal life

Rostand was married to poet Rosemonde Etienette Gerard who, in 1890, published Les Pipeaux: a volume of verse crowned by the Academy. The couple had two sons, Jean and Maurice.

In the 1900s, Rostand came to live in the Villa Arnaga in Cambo-les-Bains in the French Basque Country looking for a cure for his pleurisy. The house is now a heritage site and a museum of Rostand's life and Basque architecture and crafts. Rostand died in 1918, a victim of the Great Flu Epidemic, and is buried in the Cimetière de Marseille.

References

• Henry James in vol. 84, pp. 477 seq. The Cornhill Magazine.
• Marcel Migeo: Les Rostand, Paris, Stock, 1973. About Edmond, his wife Rosemonde, and their sons Jean and Maurice Rostand.
• This article incorporates text from the Encyclopædia Britannica, Eleventh Edition, a publication now in the public domain.

External links

• Brief biography of Rostand at Kirjasto (Pegasos)
• French text of Rostand's La princesse lointaine
• Works by Edmond Rostand at Project Gutenberg

From Wikiquote

To joke in the face of danger is the supreme politeness, a delicate refusal to cast oneself as a tragic hero.

Edmond Eugène Alexis Rostand (1 April 1868 - 2 December 1918) was a French poet and dramatist most famous for his fictional play Cyrano de Bergerac, based upon the life of Cyrano de Bergerac.

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• To joke in the face of danger is the supreme politeness, a delicate refusal to cast oneself as a tragic hero.
  • Speaking to the Académie française in 1903, as quoted by John Lahr in "Fighting and Writing" in The New Yorker (12 November 2007).

Cyrano de Bergerac (1897)

Except where noted, quotes in this section are from the public domain translation by Gladys Thomas and Mary F. Guillemard - Full text online

• Valvert: Your ... your nose is ... errr ... Your nose ... is very large!
  Cyrano: [gravely] Very.
  Valvert: [laughs] Ha!
  Cyrano: [imperturbable] Is that all?
  Valvert: But ...
  Cyrano: Ah, no, young man, that is not enough! You might have said, dear me, there are a thousand things ... varying the tone ... For instance ... Here you are: — Aggressive: "I, monsieur, if I had such a nose, nothing would serve but I must cut it off!" Amicable: "It must be in your way while drinking; you ought to have a special beaker made!" Descriptive: "It is a crag! ... a peak! ... a promontory! ... A promontory, did I say? ... It is a peninsula!" Inquisitive: "What may the office be of that oblong receptacle? Is it an inkhorn or a scissor-case?" Mincing: "Do you so dote on birds, you have, fond as a father, been at pains to fit the little darlings with a roost?" Blunt: "Tell me, monsieur, you, when you smoke, is it possible you blow the vapor through your nose without a neighbor crying "The chimney is afire!"?" Anxious: "Go with caution, I beseech, lest your head, dragged over by that weight, should drag you over!" Tender: "Have a little sun-shade made for it! It might get freckled!" Learned: "None but the beast, monsieur, mentioned by Aristophanes, the hippocampelephantocamelos, can have borne beneath his forehead so much cartilage and bone!" Off-Hand: "What, comrade, is that sort of peg in style? Capital to hang one's hat upon!" Emphatic: No wind can hope, O lordly nose, to give the whole of you a cold, but the Nor-Wester!" Dramatic: "It is the Red Sea when it bleeds!" Admiring: "What a sign for a perfumer's shop!" Lyric: "Art thou a Triton, and is that thy conch?" Simple: "A monument! When is admission free?" Deferent: "Suffer, monsieur, that I should pay you my respects: That is what I call possessing a house of your own!" Rustic: "Hi, boys! Call that a nose? You don't gull me! It's either a prize parrot or a stunted gourd!" Military: "Level against the cavalry!" Practical: "Will you put up for raffle? Indubitably, sir, it will be the feature of the game!" And finally in parody of weeping Pyramus: "Behold, behold the nose that traitorously destroyed the beauty of its master! and is blushing for the same!" — That, my dear sir, or something not unlike, is what you could have said to me, had you the smallest leaven of letters or wit; but of wit, O most pitiable of objects made by God, you never had a rudiment, and of letters, you have just those that are needed to spell "fool!" — But, had it been otherwise, and had you been possessed of the fertile fancy requisite to shower upon me, here, in this noble company, that volley of sprightly pleasentries, still should you not have delivered yourself of so much as a quarter of the tenth part of the beginning of the first ... For I let off these good things at myself, and with sufficient zest, but do not suffer another to let them off at me!"
  • Act IV, scene 1, as translated by Getrude Hall

• Valvert: Villain, clod-poll, flat-foot, refuse of the earth!
  Cyrano: [taking off his hat and bowing as if the Vicomte had been introducing himself] Ah? ... And mine, Cyrano-Savinien-Hercule of Bergerac!
  Valvert: [exasperated] Buffoon!
  Cyrano: [giving a sudden cry, as if seized with a cramp] Aï! ...
  Valvert: [who had started toward the back, turning] What is he saying now?
  Cyrano: [screwing his face as if in pain] It must have leave to stir ... it has a cramp! It is bad for it to be kept still so long!
  Valvert: What is the matter?
  Cyrano: My rapier prickles like a foot asleep!
  Valvert: [drawing] So be it!
  Cyrano: I shall give you a charming little hurt!
  Valvert: [contemptous] Poet!
  Cyrano: Yes, a poet, ... and, to such an extent, that while we fence, I will, hop!, extempore, compose you a ballade!
  Valvert: A ballade?
  Cyrano: I fear you do not know what that is.
  Valvert: But ...
  Cyrano: [as if saying a lesson] The ballade is composed of three stanzas of eight lines each ...
  Valvert: [stamps with his feet] Oh!
  Cyrano: [continuing] And an envoi of four.
  Valvert: You ...
  Cyrano: I will with the same breath fight you and compose one. And, at the last line, I will hit you.

  Valvert: Indeed you will not!
  Cyrano: No? ... [Declaiming]
  Ballade of the duel which in Burgundy house
  Monsieur de Bergerac fought with a jackanape ...
  Valvert: And what is that, if you please?
  Cyrano: That is the title.
  [ ... ]
  Cyrano: [closing his eyes a second] Wait. I am settling upon the rhymes. There. I have them. [in declaiming, he suits the action to the word]
  Of my broad felt made lighter,
  I cast my mantle broad,
  And stand, poet and fighter,
  To do and to record.
  I bow, I draw my sword ...
  En garde! With steel and wit
  I play you at first abord ...
  At the last line, I hit!

  [They begin fencing]

  You should have been politer;
  Where had you best be gored?
  The left side or the right — ah?
  Or next your azure cord?
  Or where the spleen is stored?
  Or in the stomach pit?
  Come we to quick accord ...
  At the last line, I hit!

  You falter, you turn whiter?
  You do so to afford
  Your foe a rhyme in "iter"? ...
  You thrust at me — I ward —
  And balance is restored.
  Laridon! Look to your spit! ...
  No, you shall not be floored
  Before my cue to hit!

  [He announces solemnly]

  Envoi

  Prince, call upon the Lord! ...
  I skirmish ... feint a bit ...
  I lunge! ... I keep my word!
  [The Vicomte staggers, Cyrano bows.]
  At the last line, I hit!

  • Act IV, scene 1, as translated by Getrude Hall

Rhymer, brawler, and musician,
Famed for his lunar expedition,
And the unnumbered duels he fought, —
And lover also, — by interposition!

• Call no one. Leave me not;
  When you come back, I should be gone for aye.
  • Cyrano, Act 5, Sc. 6

• Live, for I love you!
  • Roxane, Act 5, Sc. 6

• No, In fairy tales
  When to the ill-starred Prince the lady says
  'I love you!' all his ugliness fades fast —
  But I remain the same, up to the last!
  • Cyrano, Act 5, Sc. 6

• You blessed my life!
  Never on me had rested woman's love.
  My mother even could not find me fair:
  I had no sister; and, when grown a man,
  I feared the mistress who would mock at me.
  But I have had your friendship — grace to you
  A woman's charm has passed across my path.
  • Cyrano, Act 5, Sc. 6

• I loved but once, yet twice I lose my love!
  • Roxane, Act 5, Sc. 6

• Rhymer, brawler, and musician,
  Famed for his lunar expedition,
  And the unnumbered duels he fought, —
  And lover also, — by interposition! —
  Here lies Hercule Savinien
  De Cyrano de Bergerac,
  Who was everything, yet was naught.
  I cry you pardon, but I may not stay;
  See, the moon-ray that comes to call me hence!
  I would not bid you mourn less faithfully
  That good, brave Christian: I would only ask
  That when my body shall be cold in clay
  You wear those sable mourning weeds for two,
  And mourn awhile for me, in mourning him.
  • Cyrano, Act 5, Sc. 6

• What say you? It is useless? Ay, I know
  But who fights ever hoping for success?
  I fought for lost cause, and for fruitless quest!
  You there, who are you! — You are thousands! Ah!
  I know you now, old enemies of mine!
  Falsehood!
  Have at you! Ha! and Compromise!
  Prejudice, Treachery! ...
  Surrender, I?
  Parley? No, never! You too, Folly, — you?
  I know that you will lay me low at last;
  Let be! Yet I fall fighting, fighting still!
  • Cyrano, Act 5, Sc. 6

• You strip from me the laurel and the rose!
  Take all! Despite you there is yet one thing
  I hold against you all, and when, tonight,
  I enter Christ's fair courts, and, lowly bowed,
  Sweep with doffed casque the heavens' threshold blue,
  One thing is left, that, void of stain or smutch,
  I bear away despite you ...
  My panache.
  • Cyrano, Act 5, Sc. 6
  • Variant translation: I bear away despite you ...
    My plume!

Chantecler (1910)

Malebranche would have it that not a soul is left; we humbly think that there still are hearts.

Full text online

• Malebranche dirait qu’il n’y a plus une âme:
  Nous pensons humblement qu’il reste encor des cœurs.
  • Malebranche would have it that not a soul is left; we humbly think that there still are hearts.
    • Prelude.

• Sans doute
  Je peux apprendre à coqueriquer: je glougloute.
• Without doubt
  I can teach crowing: for I gobble.
  • Act I, Sc. 2.

• Et sonnant d’avance sa victoire,
  Mon chant jaillit si net, si fier, si peremptoire
  Que l’horizon, saisi d'un rose tremblement,
  M’obéit.
  • And sounding in advance its victory,
    My song jets forth so clear, so proud, so peremptory,
    That the horizon, seized with a rosy trembling,
    Obeys me.
    • Act II, Sc. 3.

• Je recule
  Ébloui de me voir moi même tout vermeil
  Et d’avoir, moi, le coq, fait élever le soleil.
  • I fall back
    dazzled at beholding myself all rosy red,
    At having, I myself, caused the sun to rise.
    • Act II, Sc. 3.

• It is at night that faith in light is admirable.

External links

Wikipedia has an article about:

Edmond Rostand

• Brief biography at Kirjasto (Pegasos)
• Works by Edmond Rostand at Project Gutenberg
• Free eBook of Cyrano de Bergerac at Project Gutenberg (English edition)
• Cyrano de Bergerac at Wikisource (French edition)

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