208
CYRANO DE BERGERAC
Another Cadet.
His uncle's own nephew!
Carbon.
For all that—a Gascon.
The First.
Ay, false Gascon!… trust him not… Gascons should ever be crack-brained…. Nought more dangerous than a rational Gascon.
Le Bret.
How pale he is!
Another.
Oh! he is hungry, just like us poor devils; but under his cuirass, with its fine gilt nails, his stomachache glitters brave in the sun.
Cyrano
[hurriedly].
Let us not seem to suffer either! Out with your cards, pipes, and dice….
[All begin spreading out the games on the drums, the stools, the ground, and on their cloaks, and light long pipes.]
And I shall read Descartes.
[He walks up and down, reading a little book which he has drawn from his pocket. Tableau. Enter De Guiche. All appear absorbed and happy. He is very pale. He goes up to Carbon.]
