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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
9
A Lackey
[astonished].
The Marquises!—in the pit?…
Another Lackey.
Oh! only for a minute or two!
[Enter a hand of young Marquises.]
A Marquis
[seeing that the hall is half-empty].
What now! So we make our entrance like a pack of woollen-drapers! Peaceably, without disturbing the folk, or treading on their toes!—Oh fie! fie!
[Recognising some other gentlemen who have entered a little before him.]
Cuigy! Brissaille!
[Greetings and embraces.]
Cuigy.
True to our word!… Troth, we are here before the candles are lit.
The Marquis.
Ay, indeed! Enough! I am of an ill humour…
Another.
Nay, nay, Marquis! see, for your consolation, they are coming to light up!
All The Audience
[welcoming the entrance of the lighter].
Ah!…
[They form in groups round the lustres as they
