SCENE VI.
The same, except GUICHE.
CHRISTIAN (supplicating).
Roxane!....
ROXANE.
No!
FIRST CADET (to the others).
She remains!
ALL (rushing around hurriedly, and brushing up).
A comb!—Soap!—My doublet is torn: a needle!—A bright bow!—Your looking glass!—My cuffs!—Your curling iron!—A razor!