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Scene V.
Cyrano, Roxane, the duenna.CYRANO
Ah! if I see but the faint glimmer of hope, then I draw out my letter!
(Roxane, masked, followed by the duenna, appears at the glass pane of the door. He opens quickly)Enter!. . .
(Walking up to the duenna)Two words with you, Duenna.
THE DUENNA
Four, Sir, an it like you.
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Are you fond of sweet things?
THE DUENNA
Ay, I could eat myself sick on them!
CYRANO
(catching up some of the paper bags from the counter)
Good. See you these two sonnets of Monsieur Beuserade. . .
THE DUENNA
Hey?
CYRANO
. . .Which I fill for you with cream cakes!
THE DUENNA
(changing her expression)
Ha.
CYRANO
What say you to the cake they call a little puff?
THE DUENNA
If made with cream, Sir, I love them passing well.
CYRANO
Here I plunge six for your eating into the bosom of a poem by Saint Amant! And in these verses of Chapelain I glide a lighter morsel. Stay, love you hot cakes?
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Ay, to the core of my heart!
CYRANO
(filling her arms with the bags)
Pleasure me then; go eat them all in the street.
THE DUENNA
But. . .
CYRANO
(pushing her out)
And come not back till the very last crumb be eaten!
(He shuts the door, comes down toward Roxane, and, uncovering, stands at a respectful distance from her.)
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