The Duke.
True! I am!
[As he it going out, suddenly.]
Monsieur Le Bret!
[To Roxane.]
A word, with your permission?
[He goes to Le Bret, and in a low voice.]
True, that none
Dare to attack your friend;—but many hate him;
Yesterday, at the Queen's card-play 'twas said
'That Cyrano may die by accident!'
Let him stay in be prudent!
Le Bret
[raising his arms to heaven].
Prudent! He!…
He's coming here. I'll warn him—but!…
Roxane
[who has stayed on the steps, to a Sister who comes towards her].
What is it?
The Sister.
Ragueneau would see you, Madame.
Roxane.
Let him come.
[To the Duke and Le Bret.]
He comes to tell his troubles. Having been
An author (save the mark!)—poor fellow,—now
By turns he's singer…
Le Bret.
By turns he's singer…Bathing-man…
