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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
[He takes a bag, and just at he is about to put in the pies, he reads.]
- 'Ulysses thus, on leaving fair Penelope…'
Not that one!…
[He puts it aside, and takes another, and as he is about to put in the pies, he reads.]
- 'The gold-locked Phœbus…'
Nay, nor that one!… [Same play.]
Lise
[impatiently].
What are you dallying for?
Ragueneau.
Here! here! here! [He chooses a third, resignedly.] The sonnet to Phillis!… but 'tis hard to part with it!
Lise.
By good luck! he has made up his mind at last! [Shrugging her shoulders.] Nicodemus!
[She mounts on a chair, and begins to range plates on a dresser.]
Ragueneau.
[taking advantage of the moment she turns her back, calls back the Children, who are already at the door].
Hist! children!… Render me back the sonnet to Phillis, and you shall have six pies instead of three.
[The Children give him back the bag, seize the
