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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
Le Bret.
Mordious!
Carbon
[making a sign that he should speak lower].
Curse under your breath. You will awake them.
[To the Cadets.]
Hush! Sleep on.
[To Le Bret.]
He who sleeps, dines!
Le Bret.
But that is sorry comfort for the sleepless!…
What starvation!
[Firing is heard in the distance.]
Carbon.
Oh, plague take their firing! 'Twill wake my sons.
[To the Cadets, who lift up their heads.]
Sleep on!
[Firing is again heard, nearer this time.]
A Cadet
[moving].
The devil!… Again.
Carbon.
'Tis nothing! 'Tis Cyrano coming back!
[Those who have lifted up their heads prepare to sleep again.]
