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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.