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CYRANO DE BERGERAC

Cyrano.

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?