ALL TOGETHER (beside themselves): 'Tis more than can be borne! We will mutiny! CARBON: Cyrano! Come to my help. (The daylight has now come.) 4.III. The SAME. Cyrano. CYRANO (appearing from the tent, very calm, with a pen stuck behind his ear and a book in his hand): What is wrong? (Silence. To the first cadet): Why drag you your legs so sorrowfully? THE CADET: I have something in my heels which weighs them down. CYRANO: And what may that be? THE My stomach! CYRANO: So have I, THE It must be in your way? CYRANO: Nay, I am all the taller. A My stomach's hollow. CYRANO: 'Faith, 'twill make a fine drum to sound the assault. ANOTHER: I have a ringing in my ears. CYRANO: No, no, 'tis a hungry stomach has no ears. ANOTHER: Oh, to eat something--something oily! CYRANO (pulling off the helmet and holding it out to him): Behold your salad!
ALL TOGETHER (beside themselves): 'Tis more than can be borne! We will mutiny! CARBON: Cyrano! Come to my help. (The daylight has now come.) 4.III. The SAME. Cyrano. CYRANO (appearing from the tent, very calm, with a pen stuck behind his ear and a book in his hand): What is wrong? (Silence. To the first cadet): Why drag you your legs so sorrowfully? THE CADET: I have something in my heels which weighs them down. CYRANO: And what may that be? THE My stomach! CYRANO: So have I, THE It must be in your way? CYRANO: Nay, I am all the taller. A My stomach's hollow. CYRANO: 'Faith, 'twill make a fine drum to sound the assault. ANOTHER: I have a ringing in my ears. CYRANO: No, no, 'tis a hungry stomach has no ears. ANOTHER: Oh, to eat something--something oily! CYRANO (pulling off the helmet and holding it out to him): Behold your salad!
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