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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
Cyrano
[same play].
… 'Thy lips' …
First Poet.
'Twas a parlous fearsome giant that was the author of such exploits!
Cyrano
[same play].
… 'And when I set thee come, I faint for fear.'
Second Poet
[filching a cake].
What hast rhymed of late, Ragueneau?
Cyrano
[same play].
… 'Who worships thee' …
[He stops, just at he is about to sign, and gets up, slipping the letter into his doublet.]
No need I sign, since I give it her myself.
Ragueneau
[to Second Poet.]
I have put a recipe into verse.
Third Poet
[seating himself by a plate of cream-puffs].
Go to! Let us hear these verses!
