DE GUICHE:
That is not to be brooked! I go to inspect the cannon, and shall return.
You have still time—think better of it!
ROXANE:
Never!
(De Guiche goes out.)
[Scene 4.VI.]
The same, all but De Guiche.
CHRISTIAN (entreatingly):
Roxane!
ROXANE:
No!
FIRST CADET (to the others):
She stays!
ALL (hurrying, hustling each other, tidying themselves):
A comb!—Soap!—My uniform is torn!—A needle!—A ribbon!—Lend your mirror!—My cuffs!—Your curling-iron!—A razor!. . .
ROXANE (to Cyrano, who still pleads with her):
No! Naught shall make me stir from this spot!