CYRANO:
Who on God’s earth is that?
A CADET (whispering):
It is a man
Who joined to-day.
CYRANO (making a step toward Christian):
To-day?
CARBON (in a low voice):
Yes. . .his name is
The Baron de Neuvil. . .
CYRANO (checking himself):
Good! It is well. . .
(He turns pale, flushes, makes as if to fall on Christian):
I. . .
(He controls himself):
What said I?. . .
(With a burst of rage):
MORDIOUS!. . .
(Then continues calmly):
That it was dark.
(Astonishment. The cadets reseat themselves, staring at him):
On I went, thinking, ‘For a knavish cause
I may provoke some great man, some great prince,
Who certainly could break’. . .
CHRISTIAN:
My nose!. . .
(Every one starts up. Christian balances on his chair.)
CYRANO (in a choked voice):
. . .’My teeth!
Who would break my teeth, and I, imprudent-like,
Was poking. . .’
CHRISTIAN:
My nose!. . .
CYRANO:
‘My finger,. . .in the crack
Between the tree and bark! He may prove strong
And rap me. . .’