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Act II, Scene iv

Ragueneau, Lise, the musketeer. Cyrano at the little table writing. The

poets, dressed in black, their stockings ungartered, and covered with mud.

LISE (entering, to Ragueneau):

Here they come, your mud-bespattered friends!

FIRST POET (entering, to Ragueneau):

Brother in art!. . .

SECOND POET (to Ragueneau, shaking his hands):

Dear brother!

THIRD POET:

High soaring eagle among pastry-cooks!

(He sniffs):

Marry! it smells good here in your eyrie!

FOURTH POET:

'Tis at Phoebus' own rays that thy roasts turn!

FIFTH POET:

Apollo among master-cooks—

RAGUENEAU (whom they surround and embrace):

Ah! how quick a man feels at his ease with them!. . .

FIRST POET:

We were stayed by the mob; they are crowded all round the Porte de Nesle!. .

SECOND POET:

Eight bleeding brigand carcasses strew the pavements there—all slit open

with sword-gashes!

CYRANO (raising his head a minute):

Eight?. . .hold, methought seven.

(He goes on writing.)

RAGUENEAU (to Cyrano):

Know you who might be the hero of the fray?

CYRANO (carelessly):

Not I.

LISE (to the musketeer):

And you? Know you?

THE MUSKETEER (twirling his mustache):

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'Orfevres!

FIRST POET:

Sapristi! but he must have been a ferocious. . .

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 see 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 as 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!

FOURTH POET (looking at a cake which he has taken):

Its cap is all a' one side!

(He makes one bite of the top.)

FIRST POET:

See how this gingerbread woos the famished rhymer with its almond eyes, and

its eyebrows of angelica!

(He takes it.)

SECOND POET:

We listen.

THIRD POET (squeezing a cream-puff gently):

How it laughs! Till its very cream runs over!

SECOND POET (biting a bit off the great lyre of pastry):

This is the first time in my life that ever I drew any means of nourishing

me from the lyre!

RAGUENEAU (who has put himself ready for reciting, cleared his throat, settled

his cap, struck an attitude):

A recipe in verse!. . .

SECOND POET (to first, nudging him):

You are breakfasting?

FIRST POET (to second):

And you dining, methinks.

RAGUENEAU:

How almond tartlets are made.

Beat your eggs up, light and quick;

Froth them thick;

Mingle with them while you beat

Juice of lemon, essence fine;

Then combine

The burst milk of almonds sweet.

Circle with a custard paste

The slim waist

Of your tartlet-molds; the top

With a skillful finger print,

Nick and dint,

Round their edge, then, drop by drop,

In its little dainty bed

Your cream shed:

In the oven place each mold:

Reappearing, softly browned,

The renowned

Almond tartlets you behold!

THE POETS (with mouths crammed full):

Exquisite! Delicious!

A POET (choking):

Homph!

(They go up, eating.)

CYRANO (who has been watching, goes toward Ragueneau):

Lulled by your voice, did you see how they were stuffing themselves?

RAGUENEAU (in a low voice, smiling):

Oh, ay! I see well enough, but I never will seem to look, fearing to

distress them; thus I gain a double pleasure when I recite to them my poems;

for I leave those poor fellows who have not breakfasted free to eat, even

while I gratify my own dearest foible, see you?

CYRANO (clapping him on the shoulder):

Friend, I like you right well!. . .

(Ragueneau goes after his friends. Cyrano follows him with his eyes, then,

rather sharply):

Ho there! Lise!

(Lise, who is talking tenderly to the musketeer, starts, and comes down toward

Cyrano):

So this fine captain is laying siege to you?

LISE (offended):

One haughty glance of my eye can conquer any man that should dare venture

aught 'gainst my virtue.

CYRANO:

Pooh! Conquering eyes, methinks, are oft conquered eyes.

LISE (choking with anger):

But—

CYRANO (incisively):

I like Ragueneau well, and so—mark me, Dame Lise—I permit not that he be

rendered a laughing-stock by any. . .

LISE:

But. . .

CYRANO (who has raised his voice so as to be heard by the gallant):

A word to the wise. . .

(He bows to the musketeer, and goes to the doorway to watch, after looking at

the clock.)

LISE (to the musketeer, who has merely bowed in answer to Cyrano's bow):

How now? Is this your courage?. . .Why turn you not a jest on his nose?

THE MUSKETEER:

On his nose?. . .ay, ay. . .his nose.

(He goes quickly farther away; Lise follows him.)

CYRANO (from the doorway, signing to Ragueneau to draw the poets away):

Hist!. . .

RAGUENEAU (showing them the door on the right):

We shall be more private there. . .

CYRANO (impatiently):

Hist! Hist!. . .

RAGUENEAU (drawing them farther):

To read poetry, 'tis better here. . .

FIRST POET (despairingly, with his mouth full):

What! leave the cakes?. . .

SECOND POET:

Never! Let's take them with us!

(They all follow Ragueneau in procession, after sweeping all the cakes off the

trays.)

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