CYRANO DE BERGERAC
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Cyrano
[impatiently].
Hist! Hist!…
Raguneau
[drawing them further].
To read poetry, 'tis better here…
First Poet
[despairingly, with his mouth full].
What! leave the cakes?…
Second Poet.
Never! Let's take them with us!
[They all follow Ragueneau in procession, after sweeping all the cakes off the trays.]
SCENE V
Cyrano, Roxane, the Duenna.
Cyrano.
Ah! if I see but the faint glimmer of hope, then I draw out my letter!
[Roxane, masked, followed by the Duenna, appears at the glass pane of the door. He opens quickly]
Enter!… [Walking up to the Duenna.] Two words with you, Duenna.
The Duenna.
Four, Sir, an it like you.
