t how many names have you each?

BARON HILLOT:
Scores!

CARBON (to Roxane):
Pray, upon the hand that holds your kerchief.

ROXANE (opens her hand, and the handkerchief falls):
Why?

(The whole company start forward to pick it up.)

CARBON (quickly raising it):
My company had no flag. But now, by my faith, they will have the fairest in
all the camp!

ROXANE (smiling):
'Tis somewhat small.

CARBON (tying the handkerchief on the staff of his lance):
But--'tis of lace!

A CADET (to the rest):
I could die happy, having seen so sweet a face, if I had something in my
stomach--were it but a nut!

CARBON (who has overheard, indignantly):
Shame on you! What, talk of eating when a lovely woman!. . .

ROXANE:
But your camp air is keen; I myself am famished. Pasties, cold fricassee,
old wines--there is my bill of fare? Pray bring it all here.

(Consternation.)

A CADET:
All that?

ANOTHER:
But where on earth find it?

ROXANE (quietly):
In my carriage.

ALL:
How?

ROXANE:
Now serve up--carve! Look a little closer at my coachman, gentlemen, and
you will recognize a man most welcome. All the sauces can be sent to table
hot, if we will!

THE CADETS (rushing pellmell to the carriage):
'Tis Ragueneau!
(Acclamations):
Oh, oh!

ROXANE (looking after them):
Poor fellows!

CYRANO (kissing her hand):
Kind fairy!

RAGUENEAU (standing on the box like a quack doctor at a fair):
Gentlemen!. . .

(General delight.)

THE CADETS:
Bravo! bravo!

RAGUENEAU:
. . .The Spaniards, gazing on a lady so dainty fair, overlooked the fare so
dainty!. . .

(Applause.)

CYRANO (in a whisper to Christian):
Hark, Christian!

RAGUENEAU:
. . .And, occupied with gallantry, perceived not--
(His draws a plate from under the seat, and holds it up):
--The galantine!. . .

(Applause. The galantine passes from hand to hand.)

CYRANO (still whispering to Christian):
Prythee, one word!

RAGUENEAU:
And Venus so attracted their eyes that Diana could secretly pass by with--
(He holds up a shoulder of mutton):
--her fawn!

(Enthusiasm. Twenty hands are held out to seize the shoulder of mutton.)

CYRANO (in a low whisper to Christian):
I must speak to you!

ROXANE (to the cadets, who come down, their arms laden with food):
Put it all on the ground!

(She lays all out on the grass, aided by the two imperturbable lackeys who
were behind the carriage.)