Cyrano de Bergerac: Possibly… An officer
Does not lightly resign the privilege
Of being a target.
(Cards, dice, and smoke fall, roll, and float away with increasing satisfaction.)
Now, if I had been there –
Your courage and mine differ in this –
When your scarf fell, I should have put it on.
De Guiche: Boasting again!
Cyrano de Bergerac: Boasting? Lend it to me
To-night; I’ll lead the first charge, with your scarf
Over my shoulder!
De Guiche: Gasconnade once more!
You are safe making that offer, and you know it –
My scarf lies on the river bank between
The lines, a spot swept by artillery
Impossible to reach alive!
Cyrano de Bergerac: (Produces the scarf from his pocket.)
(Silence. The Cadets stifle their laughter behind their cards and their dice boxes. De Guiche turns to look at them. Immediately they resume their gravity and their game.)