Did you not ask, Madamoiselle, why against this one rimester a hundred men were sent?
(He draws his sword and continues very quietly.)
Because he is known to be a friend of mine!
(Exit Cyrano. The procession—Lignière with unsteady head—the comediennes hanging upon the arms of the officers, then the comedians dancing and capering—moves out into the night, with the violins for music, and with candles for light.)
CURTAIN.
[ACT II.]
THE POET'S COOK-SHOP.
The shop of Ragueneau, poulterer and pastry-cook, a large establishment in Paris, on the corner of the Rue St.-Honoré and the Rue de l'Arbre-Sec. In the rear, through the wide glazed door, the streets are plainly seen, grey in the light of dawn.