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!…
[Raguebeau 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 towards 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—
