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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
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De Guiche.
Astonishing ! What was it ?
Cyrano.
I'll recount
De Guiche.
This wild eccentric becomes interesting !
Cyrano
[making a noise like the waves, with weird gestured].
Houüh ! houüh !
De Guiche.
Well.
Cyrano.
You have guessed ?
De Guiche.
Not I !
Cyrano.
The tide !
I' th' witching hour when the moon woos the wave,
I laid me, fresh from a sea-bath, on the shore -
And, failing not to put head foremost - for
The hair holds the sea-water in its mesh -
I rose in air, straight ! straight! - like angel's flight,
And mounted, mounted, gently, effortless, . . .
When lo ! a sudden shock ! Then . . .
De Guiche
[overcome by curiosity, sitting down on the bench].
Then?
