CYRANO (smiling):
A flattering welcome!

A CADET:
We are sick to death of him!

ANOTHER CADET:
—With his lace collar over his armor, playing the fine gentleman!

ANOTHER:
As if one wore linen over steel!

THE FIRST:
It were good for a bandage had he boils on his neck.

THE SECOND:
Another plotting courtier!

ANOTHER CADET:
His uncle’s own nephew!

CARBON:
For all that—a Gascon.

THE FIRST:
Ay, false Gascon!. . .trust him not. . .
Gascons should ever be crack-brained. . .
Naught more dangerous than a rational Gascon.

LE BRET:
How pale he is!