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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
Cyrano
[incisively].
I like Ragueneau well, and so—mark me, Dame Lise—I permit not that he be rendered a laughing-stock by any…
Lise.
But…
Cyrano
[who has raised his voice so as to be heard by the gallant].
A word to the wise…
[He bows to the Musketeer, and goes to the doorway to watch, after looking at the clock.]
Lise
[to the Musketeer, who has merely bowed in answer to Cyrano's bow].
How now? Is this your courage?… Why turn you not a jest on his nose?
The Musketeer.
On his nose?… ay, ay… his nose.
[He goes quickly further away; Lise follows him.]
Cyrano
[from the doorway, signing to Ragueneau to draw the Poets away].
Hist!…
Ragueneau
[showing them the door on the right].
We shall be more private there…
