The Duenna
[making behind his back a mocking curtsy],
Yes, my friend !
Roxane
[to the Duenna].
Not a word of what I have done. Cyrano would never pardon me for stealing his fighting from him !
[She calls towards the house.]
Cousin !
SCENE III
Roxane, Duenna, Cyrano.
We are going to Clomire's house. [She points to door opposite.] Alcandre and Lysimon are to dis- course !
The Duenna
[putting her little finger in her ear],
Yes ! But my little finger tells me we shall miss them.
Cyrano.
'Twere a pity to miss such apes !
[They have come to CLOMIRE'S door.]
The Duenna.
Oh, see ! The knocker is muffled up !
[Speaking to the knocker.]
So they have gagged that metal tongue of yours, little noisy one, lest it should disturb the fine orators !
[She lifts it carefully and knocks with precaution.]
