CYRANO DE BERGERAC
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Cyrano.
And what may that be?
The Cadet.
My stomach!
Cyrano.
So have I, 'faith!
The Cadet.
It must be in your way!
Cyrano.
Nay, I am all the taller.
A Third.
My stomach's hollow.
Cyrano.
'Faith 'twill make a fine drum to sound the assault.
Another.
I have a ringing in my ears.
Cyrano.
No, no, 'tis false; a hungry stomach has no ears.
Another.
Oh to eat something something oily!
Cyrano
[pulling off the Cadet's helmet and holding it out to him].
Behold your salad!
Another.
What, in God's name, can we devour?
