CYRANO DE BERGERAC
201
Another.
Oh! something! were it but a crust!
Carbon
[going to the tent and calling softly].
Cyrano!
All the Cadets.
We are dying!
Carbon
[continuing to speak under hit breath at the opening of the tent].
Come to my aid, you, who have the art of quick retort and gay jest. Come, hearten them up.
Second Cadet
[rushing towards another who is munching something].
What are you crunching there?
First Cadet.
Cannon-wads, soaked in axle-grease! 'Tis poor hunting 'round about Arras!
A Cadet
[entering].
I have been after game.
Another
[following him].
And I after fish.
