Scene 1.VI.

Cyrano, Le Bret, the duenna.

THE DUENNA (with a low bow):
   I was bid ask you where a certain lady
   Could see her valiant cousin - but in secret.

CYRANO (overwhelmed):
   See me?

THE DUENNA (courtesying):
   Ay, Sir! She has somewhat to tell.

CYRANO:
   Somewhat? . . .

THE DUENNA (still courtesying):
   Ay, private matters!

CYRANO (staggering):
   Ah, my God!

THE DUENNA:
   To-morrow, at the early blush of dawn,
   We go to hear mass at St. Roch.

CYRANO (leaning against Le Bret):
   My God!

THE DUENNA:
   After - what place for a few minutes' speech?

CYRANO (confused):
   Where? Ah! . . .but . . .Ah, my God! . . .

THE DUENNA:
   Say!

CYRANO:
   I reflect! . . .

THE DUENNA:
   Where?

CYRANO:
   At - the pastry-house of Ragueneau.

THE DUENNA:
   Where lodges he?

CYRANO:
   The Rue - God! - St. Honore!

THE DUENNA (going):
   Good. Be you there. At seven.

CYRANO:
   Without fail.

(The duenna goes out.)





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