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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
Cyrano.
Are you fond of sweet things?
The Duenna.
Ay, I could eat myself sick on them!
Cyrano
[catching up some of the paper bags from the counter].
Good. See you these two sonnets of Monsieur Beuserade…
The Duenna.
Hey?
Cyrano.
. . Which I fill for you with cream cakes!
The Duenna
[changing her expression].
Ha!
Cyrano.
What say you to the cake they call a little puff?
The Duenna.
If made with cream, Sir, I love them passing well.
Cyrano.
Here I plunge six for your eating into the bosom of a poem by Saint Amant! And in these verses of Chapelain I glide a lighter morsel. Stay, love you hot cakes?
