LE BRET.
What! risk your life thus, every day, just to carry a letter without the camp! That is going too far.
CYRANO (stopping in front of Christian).
I promised that he would write often!
(looking at him).
He sleeps. How pale!
If sweet Roxane knew that he is starving! But he has not lost his good looks.
LE BRET.
Go get some sleep!
CYRANO.
Don't growl, Le Bret!.... Remember this: To pass through the Spanish lines, I long ago selected a place where they are invariably drunk.