Cyrano de Bergerac is a verse play in five acts set in seventeenth-century France. Its hero is a Gascon cadet famous for his sword, his wit, and his poetry, and notorious for an enormous nose that he is the first to mock and the last to let anyone else insult. In the opening act he stops a play, fights a duel while composing a ballad, and shows a man who lives by his own rule rather than the crowd's.
Behind the bravado is a private wound. Cyrano loves his cousin Roxane but believes his face puts him beyond all hope of being loved in return. When she confides that she has fallen for Christian, a handsome new cadet, Cyrano hides his own feeling and offers to help. Christian has the looks but no gift for words, so the two strike a bargain: Cyrano will supply the eloquence and Christian the face, and together they will court her as one.
The deception deepens. Cyrano writes Christian's love letters, feeds him lines, and in the dark beneath Roxane's balcony pours out his real heart in another man's name. Roxane is won by a soul she thinks is Christian's. War then carries the cadets to the siege of Arras, where Cyrano risks the lines daily to send the letters that keep Christian alive in her eyes, and Roxane arrives to say it is the soul in those letters she now loves, not the handsome face.
The truth is left buried. Christian, sensing that Roxane loves the writer and not himself, urges Cyrano to confess, but he is killed before anything is settled, and Cyrano keeps the secret to spare her grief and the dead man's memory. For fifteen years Roxane mourns in a convent, and Cyrano visits each week, never speaking, while poverty and powerful enemies wear him down.
In the final act he comes mortally injured from an ambush. Reciting Christian's last letter aloud in the failing light, he reveals by heart what he could only have written, and Roxane understands at last that the soul she loved was his all along. He rises to fight his old foes, falsehood, compromise, and prejudice, with a drawn sword, and dies declaring that one thing remains to him unspoiled. The word is his panache.