Cyrano
[slapping Lignière on the shoulder].
That worthless drunkard!—— Wherefore? For this cause;—
This wine-barrel, this cask of Burgundy,
Did, on a day, an action full of grace;
As he was leaving church, he saw his love
Take holy water;—he, who is affeared
At water's taste, ran quickly to the stoup,
And drank it all, to the last drop!…
An Actress.
And drank it all, to the last drop!… Indeed,
That was a graceful thing!
Cyrano.
That was a graceful thing! Ay, was it not?
An Actress
[to the others].
But why a hundred men 'gainst one poor rhymer!
Cyrano.
March!
[To the Officers.]
March! Gentlemen, when you shall see me charge,
Bear me no succour, none, whate'er the odds!
Another Actress
[jumping down from the stage].
Oh! I shall come and see!
Cyrano.
Oh! I shall come and see! Come, then!
Another
[jumping down—to an old Actor].
Oh! I shall come and see! Come, then! And you!…
