CYRANO DE BERGERAC
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Carbon
[quickly raising it].
My company had no flag. But now, by my faith, they will have the fairest in all the camp!
Roxane
[smiling].
'Tis somewhat small.
Carbon
[tying the handkerchief on the staff of his lance].
But—'tis of lace!
A Cadet
[to the rest].
I could die happy, having seen so sweet a face, if I had something in my stomach—were it but a nut!
Carbon
[who has overheard, indignantly].
Shame on you! What, talk of eating when a lovely woman…!
Roxane.
But your camp air is keen; I myself am famished; Pasties, cold fricassée, old wines—there is my bill of fare! Pray bring it all here.
[Consternation.]
A Cadet.
All that?
Another.
But where on earth find it?
