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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!