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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
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Cyrano.
Oh-ho ! You are sly !
De Guiche.
Sir!
Cyrano.
You would worm all out of me ! - the way
The moon is made, and if men breathe and live
In its rotund cucurbita ?
De Guiche
[angrily].
No, no !
I want . . .
Cyrano.
Ha, ha ! - to know how I got up ?
Hark ! It was by a method all my own.
De Guiche
[wearied].
He's mad !
Cyrano
[contemptuously].
No ! not for me the stupid eagle
Of Regiomontanus, nor the timid
Pigeon of Archytas - neither of those !
De Guiche.
Ay, 'tis a fool ! But 'tis a learned fool !
Cyrano.
No imitator I of other men !
[De Guiche has succeeded in getting by, and goes towards Roxane's door. Cyrano follows him, ready to stop him by force.]
Six novel methods, all, this brain invented !
