SCENE IV
The Same. De Guiche.
De Guiche
[to Carbon].
Good-day!
[They examine each other. Aside, with satisfaction.]
Good-day!He's green.
Carbon
[aside].
Good-day! He’s green.He has nothing left but eyes.
De Guiche
[looking at the Cadets].
Here are the rebels! Ay, Sirs, on all sides
I hear that in your ranks you scoff at me;
That the Cadets, these loutish, mountain-bred,
Poor country squires, and barons of Périgord,
Scarce find for me—their Colonel—a disdain
Sufficient! call me plotter, wily courtier!
It does not please their mightiness to see
A point-lace collar on my steel cuirass,—
And they enrage, because a man, in sooth,
May be no ragged-robin, yet a Gascon!
[Silence. All smoke and play.]
Shall I command your Captain punish you?
No.
Carbon.
No.I am free, moreover,—will not punish—
De Guiche.
Ah!
