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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
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CHRISTIAN.

A noseful . . .

CYRANO

[white, but smiling].

Onions, brandy-cups ! I leapt out, head well down . . .

CHRISTIAN.

Nosing the wind

CYRANO.

I charge ! gore two, impale one run him through, One aims at me Paf 1 and I parry . . .

CHRISTIAN.

Pif!

CYRANO

[bursting out].

Great God t Out ! all of you !

[The CADETS rash to the door*.]

FIRST CADET.

The tiger waken !

CYRANO.

Every man, out ! Leave me alone with him t

SECOND CADET.

We shall find him minced fine, minced into haafc In a big pasty !

RAGUBNEATT.

I am turning pale, And curl up, like a napkin, limp and white '

CARBON.

Let us be gone.