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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
Roxane
[quietly].
In my carriage.
All.
How?
Roxane.
Now serve up—carve! Look a little closer at my coachman, gentlemen, and you will recognise a man most welcome. All the sauces can be sent to table hot, if we will!
The Cadets
[rushing pell-mell to the carriage].
'Tis Ragueneau! [Acclamations.] Oh, oh!
Roxane
[looking after them].
Poor fellows!
Cyrano
[kissing her hand].
Kind fairy!
Ragueneau
[standing on the box like a quack doctor at a fair].
Gentlemen!…
[General delight.]
The Cadets.
Bravo! bravo!
