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CYRANO DE BERGERAC

First Lackey

[taking from his pocket a candle-end, which he lights, and sticks on the floor].

I made free to provide myself with light at my master's expense!

A Guardsman

[to a Shop-Girl who advances].

'Twas prettily done to come before the lights were lit!

[He takes her round the waist.]

One of the Fencers

[receiving a thrust].

A hit!

One of the Card-Players

Clubs!

The Guardsman

[following the girl].

A kiss!

The Flower-Girl

[struggling to free herself].

They're looking!

The Guardsman

[drawing her to a dark corner].

No fear! No one can see!