De Guiche
[descending].
Down there, who runs?…'Tis a false Spanish spy
Who is extremely useful to my ends.
The news he carries to the enemy
Are those I prompt him with—so, in a word,
We have an influence on their decisions!
Cyrano.
Scoundrel!
De Guiche
[carelessly knotting on his scarf].
Scoundrel!'Tis opportune. What were we saying?
Ah! I have news for you. Last evening
—To victual us—the Marshal did attempt
A final eifort:—secretly he went
To Dourlens, where the King's provisions be.
But—to return to camp more easily—
He took with him a goodly force of troops.
Those who attacked us now would have fine sport!
Half of the army's absent from the camp!
Carbon.
Ay, if the Spaniards knew, 'twere ill for us,
But they know nothing of it?
De Guiche.
But they know nothing of it?Oh! they know.
They will attack us.
Carbon.
They will attack us.Ah!
