in!. . .

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!

CYRANO:
No!

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!

CYRANO:
Baron!

ANOTHER (shaking his hands):
Vivat!

CYRANO:
Baron!

THIRD CADET:
Come!
I must embrace you!

CYRANO:
Baron!

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 pre