Cyrano.
How live the next month? I have nothing left.
Le Bret.
Folly!
Cyrano.
Folly! But what a graceful action! Think!
The Buffet-Girl
[coughing, behind her counter].
Hum!
[Cyrano and Le Bret turn. She comes timidly forward.]
Hum! Sir, my heart mislikes to know you fast.
[Showing the buffet.]
See, all you need. Serve yourself!
Cyrano
[taking off his hat].
See, all you need. Serve yourself! Gentle child,
Although my Gascon pride would else forbid
To take the least bestowal from your hands,
My fear of wounding you outweighs that pride,
And bids accept…
[He goes to the buffet.]
And bids accept… A trifle!… These few grapes.
[She offers him the whole bunch. He takes a few.]
Nay, but this bunch!…
[She tries to give him wine, but he stops her.]
Nay, but this bunch!… A glass of water fair!…
And half a macaroon!
[He gives back the other half.]
Le Bret.
And half a macaroon! What foolery!
