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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
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CHRISTIAN.
My nose ! . . .
CYRANO
’My finger, ... in the crack Between the tree and bark ! He may prove strong And rap me . . .'
CHRISTIAN
Over the nose . . .
CYRANO
[wiping his forehead].
. . . ' O* th* knuckles t Ay, 1 But I cried, ' Forward, Gascon ! Duty calls ! On, Cyrano 1 ' And thus I ventured on ... When, from the shadow, came . . .
CHRISTIAN.
A crack o' th' nose.
CYRANO
I parry it find myself . . .
CHRISTIAN.
Nose to nose. . . .
CYRANO
[bounding on to him],
Heaven and earth !
[All the Gascons leap up to see, but when he it dote to CHRISTIAN he controls himself and continues.]
. . . With a hundred brawling sots, Who stank . . .
