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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
De Guiche.
Another Gascon vaunt! You know the scarf
Lies with the enemy, upon the brink
Of the stream,… the place is riddled now with shot,—
No one can fetch it hither!
Cyrano
[drawing the scarf from his pocket, and holding it out to him].
No one can fetch it hither!Here it is.
[Silence. The Cadets stifle their laughter in their cards and dice-boxes. De Guiche turns and looks at them; they instantly become grave, and set to play. One of them whistles indifferently the air just played by the fifer.]
De Guiche
[taking the scarf].
I thank you. It will now enable me
To make a signal,—that I had forborne
To make—till now.
[He goet to the rampart, climbs it, and waves the scarf thrice.]
All.
To make—till now.What's that?
The Sentinel
[from the top of the rampart].
To make—till now. What’s that?See you yon man
Down there, who runs?…
