(He signs to them to speak softly.)
FIRST PAGE (in a low voice):
We’ve played the serenade you bade
To Montfleury!
CYRANO (quickly, in a low voice):
Go! lurk in ambush there,
One at this street corner, and one at that;
And if a passer-by should here intrude,
Play you a tune!
SECOND PAGE:
What tune, Sir Gassendist?
CYRANO:
Gay, if a woman comes,—for a man, sad!
(The pages disappear, one at each street corner. To Christian):
Call her!
CHRISTIAN:
Roxane!
CYRANO (picking up stones and throwing them at the window):
Some pebbles! wait awhile!
ROXANE (half-opening the casement):
Who calls me?
CHRISTIAN:
I!
ROXANE:
Who’s that?