This page needs to be proofread.
116
CYRANO DE BERGERAC
DB GUICHE.
. . . That windmill sails may sweep you with their arm
Down in the mire I . . .
CYRANO.
Or upward to the stars !
[Da QUICHE goes out, and mounts into his chair. The other lords go away whispering together. LE BRET goes to the door with them. Th* crowd disperses."]
SCENE VIII
CYRANO, LE BRET, the CADETS, who are eating and drinking at the tables E. and L.
CYRANO
[bowing mockingly to those who go out without daring to salute him].
Gentlemen . . . Gentlemen . . .
LE BRET
[coming back, despairingly].
Here's a fine coil!
CYRANO.
Oh! scold away!
LE BRET.
At least, you will agree That to annihilate each chance of Fate Exaggerates . . .
CYRAICO.
Yes! I exaggerate!
LE BRET
[triumphantly].
Ah!
