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(For a few moments the shadows of the actors have been moving on the stage,
whispers are heard—the rehearsal is beginning. The violinists are in their
places.)
A VOICE FROM THE STAGE:
Hollo there! Silence! We rehearse!
CYRANO (laughing):
We go!
(He moves away. By the big door enter Cuigy, Brissaille, and some officers, holding up Lignière, who is drunk.)
CUIGY:
Cyrano!
CYRANO:
Well, what now?
CUIGY:
A lusty thrush
They’re bringing you!
CYRANO (recognizing him):
Lignière!. . .What has chanced?
CUIGY:
He seeks you!