CYRANO DE BERGERAC
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Lise
[to Cyrano, who as he passes by the counter has absently shaken hands with her].
What's wrong with your hand?
Cyrano.
What’s wrong with your hand? Nought; a slight cut.
Ragueneau.
Have you been in some danger?
Cyrano.
Have you been in some danger? None in the world.
Lise
[shaking her finger at him].
Methinks you speak not the truth in saying that!
Cyrano.
Did you see my nose quiver when I spoke? 'Faith, it must have been a monstrous lie that should move it!
[Changing his tone.]
I wait some one here. Leave us alone, and disturb us for nought an it were not for crack of doom!
Ragueneau.
But 'tis impossible; my poets are coming…
Lise
[ironically].
Oh ay, for their first meal o' the day!
