Ragueneau
[throwing down to the Cadets bottles of red wine].
Flasks of rubies!—[and white wine]—Flasks of topaz!
Roxane
[throwing a folded tablecloth at Cyrano's head].
Unfold me that napkin!—Come, come! be nimble!
Ragueneau
[waving a lantern].
Each of the carriage-lamps is a little larder!
Cyrano
[in a low voice to Christian, as they arrange the cloth together].
I must speak with you ere you speak to her.
Ragueneau.
My whip-handle is an Aries sausage!
Roxane
[powring out wine, helping].
Since we are to die, let the rest of the army shift for itself. All for the Gascons! And mark! if De Guiche comes, let no one invite him!
[Going from one to the other.]
There! there! You have time enough! Do not eat too fast!—Drink a little.—Why are you crying?
First Cadet.
It is all so good!…
