Act I, Scene vi
| Cyrano, Le Bret, the duenna. |
| THE DUENNA (with a low bow): |
 I was bid ask you where a certain lady |
| Could see her valiant cousin—but in secret. |
| CYRANO (overwhelmed): |
| See me? |
| THE DUENNA (courtesying): |
| Ay, Sir! She has somewhat to tell. |
| CYRANO: |
| Somewhat?. . . |
| THE DUENNA (still courtesying): |
| Ay, private matters! |
| CYRANO (staggering): |
| Ah, my God! |
| THE DUENNA: |
| To-morrow, at the early blush of dawn, |
| We go to hear mass at St. Roch. |
| CYRANO (leaning against Le Bret): |
| My God! |
| THE DUENNA: |
| After—what place for a few minutes' speech? |
| CYRANO (confused): |
| Where? Ah!. . .but. . .Ah, my God!. . . |
| THE DUENNA: |
| Say! |
| CYRANO: |
| I reflect!. . . |
| THE DUENNA: |
| Where? |
| CYRANO: |
| At—the pastry-house of Ragueneau. |
| THE DUENNA: |
| Where lodges he? |
| CYRANO: |
| The Rue—God!—St. Honore! |
| THE DUENNA (going): |
| Good. Be you there. At seven. |
| CYRANO: |
| Without fail. |
| (The duenna goes out.) |
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