Cyrano de Bergerac
It is true that for an ode –
You give a tart –
A tartlet –
And for a triolet you give –
Bread and milk. And you love the theatre?
I adore it!
Well, pastry pays for all. (II. 98-102)
CYRANO [to Roxane] - But my dear child! You, who love only words,
Wit, the grand manner – Why, for all you know,
The man may be a savage, or a fool. (II. 217-219)
A VOICE OUTSIDE Ah! Sandious!
(Noise outside of swords and trampling feet approaching.)
Here they come now!
THE CADETS (Entering the shop)
Mille dious! –
Mardious! – Capadedious! – Pocadedious!
RAGUENEAU (In astonishment)
You are all Gascons?
All! (II. 256-258)