CYRANO DE BERGERAC
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Cyrano
[smiling].
You see! One roll of the drum is enough! Goodbye dreams, regrets, native land, love…. All that the pipe called forth the drum has chased away!
A Cadet
[looking towards the back of the stage].
Ho, here comes Monsieur de Guiche.
All the Cadets
[muttering].
Ugh!… Ugh!…
Cyrano
[smiling].
A flattering welcome!
A Cadet.
We are sick to death of him!
Another Cadet.
—With his lace collar over his armour, playing the fine gentleman!
Another.
As if one wore linen over steel!
The First.
It were good for a bandage had he boils on his neck.
The Second.
Another plotting courtier!
