Defeats one hundred assassins in a swordfight

LIGNIERE:
[in a husky voice, showing him a crumpled letter] This letter warns me—a hundred men out for
me—revenge for that song I wrote—waiting for me at the Porte de Nesle—I must pass there in order to
get home—I dare not!—Please, let me sleep under your roof tonight!
CYRANO:
A hundred men? You'll sleep in your own bed tonight!
LIGNIERE:
[frightened] But—
CYRANO:
in a fierce voice, showing him the lighted lantern held by the PORTER, who is listening curiously]
Take the lantern. [LIGNIERE grabs it.] Let us start! I swear that I will make your bed tonight myself!
[to the OFFICERS] Follow us! But stay behind—I only need you as witnesses!
CUIGY:
A hundred men!
CYRANO:
Any less would be too few!

(Scene VII, Page 44)

FIRST POET:
We were delayed by the mob; they're all crowded around the Porte de Nesle!
SECOND POET:
Eight bandits lay dead in the street there—all slit open with sword-gashes!
CYRANO:
[raising his head a minute] Eight? I thought it was seven.
[He goes on writing.]
RAGUENEAU:
[to CYRANO] Do you know who the hero of that fight might be?
CYRANO:
[carelessly] Not I.
LISE:
[to the MUSKETEER] And you? Do you know?
MUSKETEER:
[twirling his mustache] Maybe!
CYRANO:
[still writing, he is heard murmuring a word from time to time.] “I love you!”
FIRST POET:
’Twas one man, they say. They all swear to it—just one man, who single-handedly beat the entire
band of assassins!
SECOND POET:
’Twas a strange sight! Pikes and cudgels were strewn all over the ground!
CYRANO:
[writing] “Your eyes …”
THIRD POET:
They were picking up hats seven blocks away!
FIRST POET:
My God! The man must have been ferocious!
CYRANO:
[still writing] “Your lips …”
FIRST POET:
He must have been a fearsome giant!
CYRANO:
“… and when I see you come, I faint from fear.”

(Scene IV, 52)