234
CYRANO DE BERGERAC
The Cadet
[slightly drunk].
Nothing!…'Tis a song!—a little…
De Guiche.
You are merry, my friend!
The Cadet.
The approach of danger is intoxicating!
De Guiche
[calling Carbon de Castel-Jaloux, to give him an order].
Captain! I…
[He stops short on seeing him.]
Plague take me! but you look bravely, too!
Carbon
[crimson in the face, hiding a bottle behind his back, with an evasive movement].
Oh!…
De Guiche.
I have one cannon left, and have had it carried here—[He points behind the scenes]—in that corner;… Your men can use it in case of need.
A Cadet
[reeling slightly].
Charming attention!
Another
[with a gracious smile].
Kind solicitude!
