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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
Fourth Pastry-cook
[bringing a batch of cakes on a slab].
Rissoles!
Fifth Pastry-cook
[bringing a sort of pie-dish].
Beef jelly!
Ragueneau
[ceasing to write, and raising his head].
Aurora's silver rays begin to glint e'en now on the copper pans, and thou, O Ragueneau! must perforce stifle in thy breast the God of Song! Anon shall come the hour of the lute!—now 'tis the hour of the oven! [He rises. To a Cook.] You, make that sauce longer, 'tis too short!
The Cook.
How much too short?
Ragueneau.
Three feet.
[He passes on further.]
The Cook.
What means he ?
First Pastry-cook
[showing a dish to Ragueneau].
The tart!
Second Pastry-cook.
The pie!