Act II. Scene 7
Cyrano, Ragueneau, poets, Carbon de Castel-Jaloux, the cadets, a crowd, then De Guiche.
RAGUENEAU: Can we come in?
CYRANO (without stirring): Yes . . .
(Ragueneau signs to his friends, and they come in. At the same time, by door at back, enters Carbon de Castel-Jaloux, in Captain's uniform. He makes gestures of surprise on seeing Cyrano.)
CARBON: Here he is!
CYRANO (raising his head): Captain! . . .
CARBON (delightedly): Our hero! We heard all! Thirty or more Of my cadets are there! . . .
CYRANO (shrinking back): But . . .
CARBON (trying to draw him away): Come with me! They will not rest until they see you!
CARBON: They're drinking opposite, at The Bear's Head.
CYRANO: I . . .
CARBON (going to the door and calling across the street in a voice of thunder): He won't come! The hero's in the sulks!
A VOICE (outside): Ah! Sandious!
(Tumult outside. Noise of boots and swords is heard approaching.)
CARBON (rubbing his hands): They are running 'cross the street!
CADETS (entering): Mille dious! Capdedious! Pocapdedious!
RAGUENEAU (drawing back startled): Gentlemen, are you all from Gascony?
THE CADETS: All!
A CADET (to Cyrano): Bravo!
ANOTHER (shaking his hands): Vivat!
THIRD CADET: Come! I must embrace you!
SEVERAL GASCONS: We'll embrace Him, all in turn!
CYRANO (not knowing whom to reply to): Baron! . . . Baron! . . . I beg . . .
RAGUENEAU: Are you all Barons, Sirs?
THE CADETS: Ay, every one!
RAGUENEAU: Is it true? . . .
FIRST CADET: Ay — why, you could build a tower With nothing but our coronets, my friend!
LE BRET (entering, and running up to Cyrano): They're looking for you! Here's a crazy mob Led by the men who followed you last night . . .
CYRANO (alarmed): What! Have you told them where to find me?
LE BRET (rubbing his hands): Yes!
A BURGHER (entering, followed by a group of men): Sir, all the Marais is a-coming here!
(Outside the street has filled with people. Chaises a porteurs and carriages have drawn up.)
LE BRET (in a low voice, smiling, to Cyrano): And Roxane?
CYRANO (quickly): Hush!
THE CROWD (calling outside): Cyrano! . . .
(A crowd rush into the shop, pushing one another. Acclamations.)
RAGUENEAU (standing on a table): Lo! my shop Invaded! They break all! Magnificent!
PEOPLE (crowding round Cyrano): My friend! . . . my friend . . .
Cyrano: Meseems that yesterday I had not all these friends!
LE BRET (delighted): Success!
A YOUNG MARQUIS (hurrying up with his hands held out): My friend, Didst thou but know . . .
CYRANO: Thou! . . . Marry! . . . thou! . . . Pray when Did we herd swine together, you and I!
ANOTHER: I would present you, Sir, to some fair dames Who in my carriage yonder . . .
CYRANO (coldly): Ah! and who Will first present you, Sir, to me?
LE BRET (astonished): What's wrong?
A MAN OF LETTERS (with writing-board): A few details? . . .