CYRANO DE BERGERAC
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Cyrano
[carelessly].
Not I.
Lise
[to the Musketeer].
And you? know you?
The Musketeer
[twirling his moustache].
Maybe!
Cyrano
[writing a little way off:—he is heard murmuring a word from time to time].
'I love thee!'
First Poet.
'Twas one man, say they all, ay swear to it, one man who, single-handed, put the whole band to the rout!
Second Poet.
'Twas a strange sight!—pikes and cudgels strewed thick upon the ground.
Cyrano
[writing].
… 'Thine eyes' …
Third Poet.
And they were picking up hats all the way to the Quai d'Orfèvres!
First Poet.
Sapristi! but he must have been a ferocious…
