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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
Roxane.
Tut!—Red or white?—Some bread for Monsieur de Carbon!—a knife! Pass your plate!—a little of the crust? Some more? Let me help you!—Some champagne?—A wing?
Cyrano
[who follows her, his arms laden with dishes, helping her to wait on everybody].
How I worship her!
Roxane
[going up to Christian].
What will you?
Christian.
Nothing.
Roxane.
Nay, nay, take this biscuit, steeped in muscat; come!… but two drops!
Christian
[trying to detain her].
Oh! tell me why you came?
Roxane.
Wait, my first duty is to these poor fellows.—Hush! In a few minutes…
Le Bret
[who had gone up to pass a loaf on the end of a lance to the sentry on the rampart].
De Guiche!
