CYRANO DE BERGERAC
235
De Guiche.
How? they are all gone crazy!
[Drily.]
As you are not used to cannon, beware of the recoil.
First Cadet.
Pooh!
De Guiche
[furious, going up to him].
But…
The Cadet.
Gascon cannons never recoil!
De Guiche
[taking him by the arm and shaking him].
You are tipsy! but what with?
The Cadet
[grandiloquently].
—With the smell of powder!
De Guiche
[shrugging his shoulders and pushing him away, then going quickly to Roxane].
Briefly, Madame, what decision do you deign to take?
Roxane.
I stay here.
De Guiche.
You must fly!
Roxane.
No! I will stay.
