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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
Cyrano
[throwing him the book which he is carrying].
The Iliad.
Another.
The first minister in Paris has his four meals a day!
Cyrano.
'Twere courteous an' he sent you a few partridges!
The Same.
And why not? with wine too!
Cyrano.
A little Burgundy, Richelieu, si'il vous plait!
The Same.
He could send it by one of his friars.
Cyrano.
Ay! by His Eminence Joseph himself.
Another.
I am as ravenous as an ogre!
Cyrano.
Eat your patience, then.
The First Cadet
[shrugging hit shoulders].
Always your pointed word!
Cyrano.
Always your pointed word!Ay, pointed words!
I would fain die thus, some soft summer eve,
Making a pointed word for a good cause.
—To make a soldier's end by soldier's sword,
