CYRANO DE BERGERAC
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SCENE VI
The Same, all but De Guiche.
Christian
[entreatingly].
Roxane!
Roxane.
No!
First Cadet
[to the others].
She stays!
All
[hurrying, hustling each other, tidying themselves].
A comb!—Soap!—My uniform is torn!—A needle!—A ribbon!—Lend your mirror!—My cuffs!—Your curling-iron!—A razor!…
Roxane
[to Cyrano, who still pleads with her].
No! Nought shall make me stir from this spot!
Carbon
[who, like the others, has been buckling, dusting, brushing his hat, settling the plume, and drawing on his cuffs, advances to Roxane, and ceremoniously].
It is perchance more seemly, since things are thus, that I present to you some of these gentlemen
