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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
First Lackey
[taking from his pocket a candle-end, which he lights, and sticks on the floor].
I made free to provide myself with light at my master's expense!
A Guardsman
[to a Shop-Girl who advances].
'Twas prettily done to come before the lights were lit!
[He takes her round the waist.]
One of the Fencers
[receiving a thrust].
A hit!
One of the Card-Players
Clubs!
The Guardsman
[following the girl].
A kiss!
The Flower-Girl
[struggling to free herself].
They're looking!
The Guardsman
[drawing her to a dark corner].
No fear! No one can see!
