Act IV, Scene i | LE BRET: |  'Tis terrible. |
| CARBON: | | Not a morsel left. |
| LE BRET: | | Mordioux! |
| CARBON (making a sign that he should speak lower): | | Curse under your breath. You will awake them. | | (To the cadets): | | Hush! Sleep on. | | (To Le Bret): | | He who sleeps, dines! |
| LE BRET: | | But that is sorry comfort for the sleepless!. . . | | What starvation! |
| (Firing is heard in the distance.) |
| CARBON: | | Oh, plague take their firing! 'Twill wake my sons. | | (To the cadets, who lift up their heads): | | Sleep on! |
| (Firing is again heard, nearer this time.) |
| A CADET (moving): | | The devil!. . .Again. |
| CARBON: | | 'Tis nothing! 'Tis Cyrano coming back! |
| (Those who have lifted up their heads prepare to sleep again.) |
| A SENTINEL (from without): | | Ventrebieu! Who goes there? |
| THE VOICE Of CYRANO: | | Bergerac. |
| The SENTINEL (who is on the redoubt): | | Ventrebieu! Who goes there? |
| CYRANO (appearing at the top): | | Bergerac, idiot! |
| (He comes down; Le Bret advances anxiously to meet him.) |
| LE BRET: | | Heavens! |
| CYRANO (making signs that he should not awake the others): | | Hush! |
| LE BRET: | | Wounded? |
| CYRANO: | | Oh! you know it has become their custom to shoot at me every morning and to | | miss me. |
| LE BRET: | | This passes all! To take letters at each day's dawn. To risk. . . |
| CYRANO (stopping before Christian): | | I promised he should write often. | | (He looks at him): | | He sleeps. How pale he is! But how handsome still, despite his sufferings. | | If his poor little lady-love knew that he is dying of hunger. . . |
| LE BRET: | | Get you quick to bed. |
| CYRANO: | | Nay, never scold, Le Bret. I ran but little risk. I have found me a spot | | to pass the Spanish lines, where each night they lie drunk. |
| LE BRET: | | You should try to bring us back provision. |
| CYRANO: | | A man must carry no weight who would get by there! But there will be | | surprise for us this night. The French will eat or die. . .if I mistake not! |
| LE BRET: | | Oh!. . .tell me!. . . |
| CYRANO: | | Nay, not yet. I am not certain. . .You will see! |
| CARBON: | | It is disgraceful that we should starve while we're besieging! |
| LE BRET: | | Alas, how full of complication is this siege of Arras! To think that while | | we are besieging, we should ourselves be caught in a trap and besieged by the | | Cardinal Infante of Spain. |
| CYRANO: | | It were well done if he should be besieged in his turn. |
| LE BRET: | | I am in earnest. |
| CYRANO: | | Oh! indeed! |
| LE BRET: | | To think you risk a life so precious. . .for the sake of a letter. . | | .Thankless one. | | (Seeing him turning to enter the tent): | | Where are you going? |
| CYRANO: | | I am going to write another. |
| (He enters the tent and disappears.) |
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