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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
De Guiche.
Since things are thus, give me a musket, one of you!
Carbon.
Wherefore?
De Guiche.
Because I too—mean to remain.
Cyrano.
At last! This is true valour, Sir!
First Cadet.
Then you are a Gascon after all, spite of your lace collar?
Roxane.
What is all this?
De Guiche.
I leave no woman in peril.
Second Cadet
[to the First].
Hark you! Think you not we might give him something to eat?
[All the viands reappear as if by magic.]
De Guiche
[whose eyes sparkle].
Victuals!
The Third Cadet.
Yes, you'll see them coming from under every coat!
De Guiche
[controlling himself, haughtily].
Do you think I will eat your leavings?