Cyrano.
You laugh ?
De Guiche.
I laugh
But would get by !
Cyrano
[beaming with joy].
I have shot back to Paris !
[Quite at ease, laughing, dusting himself, bowing].
Come - pardon me - by the last water-spout,
Covered with ether, - accident of travel !
My eyes still full of star-dust, and my spurs
Encumbered by the planets' filaments !
[Picking something off his sleeve.]
Ha ! on my doublet ? ah, a comet's hair I ...
[He puff's as if to blow it away.]
Sir!
De Guiche
[beside himself].
Sir ! . . .
Cyrano
[just as he is about to pass, holds out his leg as if to show him, something and stops him].
In my leg - the calf - there is a tooth
Of the Great Bear, - and, passing Neptune close,
I would avoid his trident's point, and fell,