The Viscount.
Base scoundrel! Rascally flat-footed lout!
Cyrano
[taking off his hat, and bowing as if the Viscount had introduced himself].
Ah?… and I, Cyrano Savinien
Hercule de Bergerac.
[Laughter.]
The Viscount
[angrily].
Hercule de Bergerac. Buffoon!
Cyrano
[calling out at if he had been seized with the cramp].
Hercule de Bergerac. Buffoon! Aie! aie!
The Viscount
[who was going away, turns back].
What on earth is the fellow saying now?
Cyrano
[with grimaces of pain].
It must be moved, it's getting stiff, I vow,
—This comes of leaving it in idleness!
Aie!…
The Viscount.
Aie!… What ails you?
Cyrano.
Aie!… What ails you? The cramp! cramp in my sword!
The Viscount
[drawing his sword].
Good!
Cyrano.
Good! You shall feel a charming little stroke!
