Cyrano de Bergerac
Lignière – that friend of yours –
CHRISTIAN (same business)
Good as dead –
Understand? Ambuscaded. Wrote a song
About – no matter. There’s a hundred men
Waiting for him to-night – I’m one of them.
A hundred? Who arranged this?
Secret. (I. 188-192)
A VOICE (In the back of the hall, sings.)
Monsieur de Cyrano
Must be another Caesar –
Let Brutus lay him low,
And play us "La Clorise"!
ALL THE CROWD (Singing)
"La Clorise!" "La Clorise!"
Let me hear one more word of that same song,
And I destroy you all! (I. 244-250)
Did you not ask, my dear, why against one
Singer they send a hundred swords?
(Quietly, drawing his own sword)
They know this one man for a friend of mine! (I. 676-678)