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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
A Musketeer
[advancing to Cyrano with outstretched hand].
There is a hero for you!… Sir, permit;
Nought could be finer;—I'm a judge, I think;
I stamped, i' faith!—to show my admiration!
[He goes away.]
Cyrano
[to Cuigy].
Who is that gentleman?
CUTIGY.
Who is that gentleman? Why—D'Artagnan!
Le Bret
[to Cyrano, taking his arm].
A word with you!…
Cyrano.
A word with you!… Wait, let the rabble go!…
[To Bellerose.]
May I stay?
Bellerose
[respectfully].
May I stay? Without doubt?
[Cries are heard outside].
Jodelet
[who hat looked out].
May I stay? Without doubt? They hoot Montfleury!
