Act IV. Scene 7
The same. De Guiche.
DE GUICHE: It smells good here.
A CADET (humming): Lo! Lo-lo!
DE GUICHE (looking at him): What is the matter? — You are very red.
THE CADET: The matter? — Nothing! — 'Tis my blood — boiling at the thought of the coming battle!
ANOTHER: Poum, poum — poum . . .
DE GUICHE (turning round): What's that?
THE CADET (slightly drunk): Nothing! . . . 'Tis a song! — a little . . .
DE GUICHE: You are merry, my friend!
THE CADET: The approach of danger is intoxicating!
DE GUICHE (calling Carbon de Castel-Jaloux, to give him an order): Captain! I . . . (He stops short on seeing him): Plague take me! but you look bravely, too!
CARBON (crimson in the face, hiding a bottle behind his back, with an evasive movement): Oh! . . .
DE GUICHE: I have one cannon left, and have had it carried there — (he points behind the scenes): — in that corner . . . Your men can use it in case of need.
A CADET (reeling slightly): Charming attention!
ANOTHER (with a gracious smile): Kind solicitude!
DE GUICHE: How? they are all gone crazy? (Drily): As you are not used to cannon, beware of the recoil.
FIRST CADET: Pooh!
DE GUICHE (furious, going up to him): But . . .
THE CADET: Gascon cannons never recoil!
DE GUICHE (taking him by the arm and shaking him): You are tipsy! — but what with?
THE CADET (grandiloquently): — With the smell of powder!
DE GUICHE (shrugging his shoulders and pushing him away, then going quickly to Roxane): Briefly, Madame, what decision do you deign to take?
ROXANE: I stay here.
DE GUICHE: You must fly!
ROXANE: No! I will stay.
DE GUICHE: Since things are thus, give me a musket, one of you!
DE GUICHE: Because I too — mean to remain.
CYRANO: At last! This is true valor, Sir!
FIRST CADET: Then you are Gascon after all, spite of your lace collar?
ROXANE: What is all this?
DE GUICHE: I leave no woman in peril.
SECOND CADET (to the first): Hark you! Think you not we might give him something to eat?
(All the viands reappear as if by magic.)
DE GUICHE (whose eyes sparkle): Victuals!
THE THIRD CADET: Yes, you'll see them coming from under every coat!
DE GUICHE (controlling himself, haughtily): Do you think I will eat your leavings?
CYRANO (saluting him): You make progress.
DE GUICHE (proudly, with a light touch of accent on the word 'breaking'): I will fight without br-r-eaking my fast!
FIRST CADET (with wild delight): Br-r-r-eaking! He has got the accent!
DE GUICHE (laughing): I?
THE CADET: 'Tis a Gascon!
(All begin to dance.)
CARBON DE CASTEL-JALOUX (who had disappeared behind the rampart, reappearing on the ridge): I have drawn my pikemen up in line. They are a resolute troop.
(He points to a row of pikes, the tops of which are seen over the ridge.)
DE GUICHE (bowing to Roxane): Will you accept my hand, and accompany me while I review them?
(She takes it, and they go up toward the rampart. All uncover and follow them.)
CHRISTIAN (going to Cyrano, eagerly): Tell me quickly!
(As Roxane appears on the ridge, the tops of the lances disappear, lowered for the salute, and a shout is raised. She bows.)
THE PIKEMEN (outside): Vivat!
CHRISTIAN: What is this secret?
CYRANO: If Roxane should . . .