DUENNA. We'll hear to-morrow early mass, at the church of Saint-Roch. CYRANO (_leaning on Le Bret_). Heavens! DUENNA. As we go out, we can chat a bit, I fancy. CYRANO (_bewildered_). Where?.... I .... But .... Heavens! DUENNA. Decide. CYRANO. I'm thinking.... DUENNA. Where?.... CYRANO. At.... at.... Ragueneau's.... the pastry-cook's.... DUENNA. Where's that?.... CYRANO. Rue.... Rue.... Heavens! Rue St.-Honoré! DUENNA (_leaving_). We'll be there by seven sharp. Be punctual. CYRANO. I shall! (_Exit Duenna._) _SCENE VII._ CYRANO, LE BRET, THE COMEDIANS _and_ COMEDIENNES, CUIGY, BRISSAILLE, LIGNIÈRE, THE JANITOR, THE VIOLINS. CYRANO (_falling into the arms of Le Bret_). I!.... She.... An appointment!.... LE BRET. So, now your sadness is no more? CYRANO. No! for, whatever the reason, she knows that I exist! LE BRET. And now you will be cool? CYRANO (_beside himself_). No, I'll be frantic and invincible! I would I had an army to defeat! I have ten hearts and twenty arms. What are dwarfs to me?.... (_He shouts._) I must have giants to vanquish! (_For the last few minutes, on the stage, in the rear, actors and actresses have been going and coming: a rehearsal is on. The violins have taken their seats._) A VOICE (_from the stage_). Silence there, please! We're rehearsing. CYRANO (_laughing_). Very well. We're leaving. (_As Cyrano is about going, enter, by the wide door in the rear, Cuigy, Brissaille, and several officers, supporting Lignière, who is completely intoxicated._) CUIGY. Cyrano! CYRANO. What is it? CUIGY. A friend of yours. CYRANO (_recognising Lignière_). Lignière!.... Why! what is the matter? CUIGY. He was looking for you. BRISSAILLE. He cannot get home. CYRANO. Why not? LIGNIÈRE (_thick-tongued, showing a note soiled and torn_). This note warns me .... a hundred men are posted .... on account of a song .... I'll be murdered .... at the Porte de Nesle .... there I must pass .... to get home .... Offer me shelter .... under your roof! CYRANO.