THE CADET. I?.... Oh! nothing. Merely my blood. We are going to fight. It boils! ANOTHER CADET. Poum.... poum.... poum.... patapoum.... GUICHE (_turning to him_). What is this, now? THE CADET (_slightly feeling the effects of wine_). That, oh! nothing. Just a little song! GUICHE. You are of a lively disposition, my boy! THE CADET. Oh! the approach of danger! GUICHE (_calling Carbon to give an order_). Captain,.... (_looking at him with astonishment_). Zounds! You, too, have an over-healthy look! CARBON (_very red in the face, and hiding a bottle behind his back_). Oh! constitution.... GUICHE. I had a field-piece left and I ordered it placed in that corner (_pointing to the wings_). Your men may have occasion to use it. ONE OF THE CADETS (_with an affectation of thankfulness_). Delightful attention! ANOTHER CADET (_smiling gracefully_). Exquisitely thoughtful! GUICHE (_aside_). Why! they have all gone mad!-- (_sternly_). As you are not accustomed to using cannon, beware of the recoil. FIRST CADET. Who cares for recoil? GUICHE (_going up to him, in rage_). Look here, Sir!.... THE CADET. Gascon guns never move backward. GUICHE (_taking him by the arm and shaking him_). You are intoxicated, Sir!.... with what? THE CADET (_proudly_). With the smell of gun powder! GUICHE (_shrugs his shoulders, pushes him, and goes up to Roxane_). You must decide quickly. What will you be pleased to do? ROXANE. I remain! GUICHE. No, better escape! ROXANE. Fly? Never. GUICHE. Such being the case, give me a musket! CARBON. What for? GUICHE. I, too, will remain. CYRANO. At last, Sir, you show your courage! FIRST CADET. So you are a true Gascon, after all, in spite of your lace? GUICHE. I never abandon a woman in danger! SECOND CADET (_to the first Cadet_). Say! don't you think he deserves something to eat? (_Eatables and drinkables instantly reappear._) GUICHE (_whose eyes brighten_). Provisions! THIRD CADET. Every doublet covers some! GUICHE (_mastering himself, proudly_). I eat nobody's leavings! CYRANO (_bowing_).