ROXANE (to Christian, just as Cyrano is drawing him apart):
Come, make yourself of use!

(Christian comes to help her. Cyrano's uneasiness increases.)

RAGUENEAU:
Truffled peacock!

FIRST CADET (radiant, coming down, cutting a big slice of ham):
By the mass! We shall not brave the last hazard without having had a
gullet-full!--
(quickly correcting himself on seeing Roxane):
--Pardon! A Balthazar feast!

RAGUENEAU (throwing down the carriage cushions):
The cushions are stuffed with ortolans!

(Hubbub. They tear open and turn out the contents of the cushions. Bursts of
laughter--merriment.)

THIRD CADET:
Ah! Viedaze!

RAGUENEAU (throwing down to the cadets bottles of red wine):
Flasks of rubies!--
(and white wine):
--Flasks of topaz!

ROXANE (throwing a folded tablecloth at Cyrano's head):
Unfold me that napkin!--Come, come! be nimble!

RAGUENEAU (waving a lantern):
Each of the carriage-lamps is a little larder!

CYRANO (in a low voice to Christian, as they arrange the cloth together):
I must speak with you ere you speak to her.

RAGUENEAU:
My whip-handle is an Arles sausage!

ROXANE (pouring out wine, helping):
Since we are to die, let the rest of the army shift for itself. All for the
Gascons! And mark! if De Guiche comes, let no one invite him!
(Going from one to the other):
There! there! You have time enough! Do not eat too fast!--Drink a little.-
-Why are you crying?

FIRST CADET:
It is all so good!. . .

ROXANE:
Tut!--Red or white?--Some bread for Monsieur de Carbon!--a knife! Pass your
plate!--a little of the crust? Some more? Let me help you!--Some champagne?-
-A wing?

CYRANO (who follows her, his arms laden with dishes, helping her to wait on
everybody):
How I worship her!

ROXANE (going up to Christian):
What will you?

CHRISTIAN:
Nothing.

ROXANE:
Nay, nay, take this biscuit, steeped in muscat; come!. . .but two drops!

CHRISTIAN (trying to detain her):
Oh! tell me why you came?

ROXANE:
Wait; my first duty is to these poor fellows.--Hush! In a few minutes. . .

LE BRET (who had gone up to pass a loaf on the end of a lance to the sentry on
the rampart):
De Guiche!

CYRANO:
Quick! hide flasks, plates, pie-dishes, game-baskets! Hurry!--Let us all
look unconscious!
(To Ragueneau):
Up on your seat!--Is everything covered up?

(In an instant all has been pushed into the tents, or hidden under doublets,