CYRANO DE BERGERAC
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Fourth Poet
[looking at a cake which he has taken].
Its cap is all a' one side!
[He makes one bite of the top.]
First Poet.
See how this gingerbread woos the famished rhymer with its almond eyes, and its eyebrows of angelica! [He takes it.]
Second Poet.
We listen.
Third Poet
[squeezing a cream-puff gently].
How it laughs! Till its very cream runs over!
Second Poet
[biting a bit off the great lyre of pastry].
This is the first time in my life that ever I drew any means of nourishing me from the lyre!
Ragueneau
[who has put himself ready for reciting, cleared his throat, settled his cap, struck an attitude].
A recipe in verse!…
Second Poet
[to First, nudging him].
You are breakfasting?
First Poet
[to Second].
And you dining, methinks.
