CYRANO
[making two steps towards DE GUICHE].
My lord de Quiche, permit that I present
[Pointing to the CADETS.]
The bold Cadets of Gascony,
Of Carbon of Castel-Jaloux!
Brawling and swaggering boastfully,
The bold Cadets of Gascony !
Spouting of Armoury, Heraldry,
Their veins a-brimming with blood so blue,
The bold Cadets of Gascony,
Of Carbon of Castel-Jaloux :
Eagle-eye, and spindle-shanks,
Fierce moustache, and wolfish tooth !
Slash-the-rabble and scatter-their-ranks ;
Eagle-eye, and spindle-shanks,
With a naming feather that gaily pranks,
Hiding the holes in their hats, forsooth !
Eagle-eye, and spindle-shanks,
Fierce moustache, and wolfish tooth!
Pink-your-Doublet' and 'Slit-your-Trunk’
Are their gentlest sobriquets;
With Fame and Glory their soul ia drunk!
'Pink-your-Doublet' and Slit-your-Trunk,'
In brawl and skirmish they show their spunk,
Give rendezvous in broil and fray ;
’Pink-your-Doublet' and 'Slit-your-Trunk'
Are their gentlest sobriquets!
What, ho ! Cadets of Gascony!
All jealous lovers are sport for you!
Woman ! dear divinity!
What, ho ! Cadets of Gascony!
