DE GUICHE (appearing on the ramparts—bareheaded—with a wound on his forehead—in a voice of thunder):
It is the signal! Trumpet flourishes!
The French bring the provisions into camp!
Hold but the place awhile!
ROXANE:
See, there is blood
Upon the letter—tears!
A VOICE (outside—shouting):
Surrender!
VOICE OF CADETS:
No!
RAGUENEAU (standing on the top of his carriage, watches the battle over the edge of the ramparts):
The danger’s ever greater!
CYRANO (to De Guiche—pointing to Roxane):
I will charge!
Take her away!
ROXANE (kissing the letter—in a half-extinguished voice):
O God! his tears! his blood!. . .
RAGUENEAU (jumping down from the carriage and rushing toward her):
She’s swooned away!
DE GUICHE (on the rampart—to the cadets—with fury):
Stand fast!
A VOICE (outside):
Lay down your arms!