BRISSAILLE.
He cannot get home.
CYRANO.
Why not?
LIGNIÈRE (thick-tongued, showing a note soiled and torn).
This note warns me .... a hundred men are posted .... on account of a song .... I'll be murdered .... at the Porte de Nesle .... there I must pass .... to get home .... Offer me shelter .... under your roof!
CYRANO.
One hundred men, you say? You'll sleep under your own roof.
LIGNIÈRE (terrified).
But how can I?....