Act 2 - Cyrano de Bergerac - Edmond Rostand

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Act two, The Poets eating house, ragonous cook and pastry shop, a
large kitchen at the corner of theRussahana and the Rue de la Artrosick,
which are seen in the background throughthe glass door in the gray dawn.
On the left in the foreground acounter surmounted by a stand in forged iron,
on which are hung geese, ducksand water peacocks in great China vasses

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our tall bookcase of simple flowers,principally yellow sunflowers. On the same side,
further back, an immense open fireplace, in front of which between monster
fire dogs, on each of whichhangs a little saucepan. The roasts are
dripping into the pans. On theright, foreground with door. Further back,
staircase leading to a little room underthe roof, the entrance of which

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is visible through the open shutter.In this room, a table is laid,
a small Flemish luster is a light. It is a place for eating
and drinking. A wooden gallery continuedin the stratcase apparently leads to other similar
little rooms. In the middle ofthe shop, and He and Hoop is
suspended from the ceiling by a stringwith which it can be drawn up and

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down and waking. I sung aroundit. The ovens in the darkness under
the stairs give forth red blue,the copper pant shine. The spits are
turning, heaps of woods formed intopyramids, hands suspended. It is the
busy hour of the morning. Parsiland hurry of scullions, hat cooks and
diminutive apprentices, their caps profusely decoratedwith cock's feathers and wings of guinea fowl

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on metal and wicker plates. Theybring in piles of cakes and tarts.
Tables ladden with rolls and dishes offood. Other tables surrounded with chairs,
are ready for the consumers. Asmall table in a corner, covered with
papers, at which Ragoneau is seatedwriting on the rising of the curtain.

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Scene on Raganu. Pastry cooks,then Lee's Raganu is writing with an inspired
air at a small table and countingon his fingers. First pastry cook bringing
an elaborate fancy dish, fruits innougat. Second pastry cook bringing another dish
to start. Third pastry cook bringinga roast decorated with feathers peacock. Fourth

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pastry cook bringing a batch of cakeson a slab rissole fifth pastry cook,
bringing a sort of pie dish beefjelly. Raganu, ceasing to write and
raising his head Aurora's silver rays,begins to glinse Ean now on the copper
pans, and thou, oh Ragneau, must perforce stifle in thy breast.

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The god of song Ann shall comethe hour of the lute. Now tis
the hour of the oven. Herises to a cook, You make that
sauce longer? Tis too short?How much too short? Three feet?
He passes on? Father? Whatmeans he showing a dish to Raganu,
the god the pie before the fire? My muse retire, lest thy bright

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eyes be reddened by the faggots blazeto a cook showing him some loaves.
You have put the cleft of theloaves in the wrong place. Know you
not that the cesura should be betweenthe hemistitches to another showing him an unfinished
peas tree. To this palace ofpaste, you must add the roof to
ang Apparentus, who seated on theground, is spitting the fowls, and

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you, as you put on yourlengthy spit the modest fowl and the superb
turkey. My son alternate them,as the old Mallorb loved well to alternate
his long lines of verse with theshort ones. Thus shall your roasts in
strophies turn before the flame. Theapparentice also coming up with a tree covered
by a napkin. Master I bethoughtme erewhile of your taste, and made

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this which will please you, Ihope. He uncovers the tree and shows
a large meat of pastry. Aliar tis of brioche pastry with conserved fruits.
The string sea are of sugar,giving him a coin, go drink
my health. Seeing Lize enter,hush my wife, bustle, pass on

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and hide that money to Liz,showing her the liar with a conscious look.
Is it not beautiful? Tis passingsilly? She puts a pile of
papers on the counter. Bags good, I thank you, He looks at
them. Heavens my cherished leaves,the poems of my friends torn dismembered to
make bags for holding biscuits and cakes. Artis the old tail again, Orpheus

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and the bacantes. And am Inot free to turn at last to some
use the sole thing that your wretchedscribblers of halting lines leave behind them?
By way of payment, groveling aunt, insult, not the divine grasshoppers,
the sweet singers before you were thesworn comrade of all that crew. My
friend, you did not call yourwife aunt and back aunt to turn fair

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verse to such a use? Faithtis all. It's good for pray,
then, madam, to what usewould you degrade? Prose Scene two,
the same two children who have justtrotted into the shop, What would you,
little ones? Three pies? Servingthem see hot and well browned?
If you please, you so viewyour rubs them up for us aside alas

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one of my bags to the children, what must I wrap them up?
He picks a bag, and justas he's abot to put in the pies,
he reads Ulysses thus on leaving fairPenelope, not that one. He
puts it aside and takes another.And as he's abot to put in the
pies, he reads the gold lockPhoebus, nay nor that one same?

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Please? What are you dalling for? Here? Here? Here? He
chooses a third, the sonnet toPhillis, but it's hard to part with
it. By good luck he hasmade up his mind at last. Shrugging
her shoulders, Nicodemus, she mountson a chair and begins to range plates
on a dresser. Taking advantage ofthe moment, she turns her back calls

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back the children, who are alreadyat the door. Children, render me
back the sonnet to Phillis, andyou shall have six pies instead of three.
The children give him back the back, seize the cakes quickly and go
out. Smoothing out the paper,begins to declaim Phillis on that sweet name
a smear of butter. Phyllis.Serrano enters hurriedly scene tree, Raganu,

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Liz Serrano. Then the musquitier,what's o'clock? Bobbing low six o'clock with
emotion. In one hour's time,he pieces up and down the shop,
following him Bravo, I saw wellwhat saw you? Then your combat?

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Which that in the Burgundy Hotel,faith the duel, by the duel in
verse he can talk of not else. Well, good, let be making
passes with a spit that he catchesup at the envoy's end. I touch
at the envoy's end. I touchedhis fine fine at the envoy's end.

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What hour is it now? Rag? You know? Stopping shot in the
act of thrusting to look at theclock. Five minutes after six, I
touch He straightens himself, oh towrite a ballad to Serano, who,
as he passes by the counter asabsently she can hands with her. What's
wrong with your hand? Not aslight cut? Have you been in some

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danger? None in the world?Shaking her finger at him, methinks,
you speak not the truth in sayingthat. Did you see my nose quiver
when I spoke faith? It musthave been a monstrous lie. That shouldn't
move it changing a stone? Iwait, someone here, leave us alone?
Is turbush for naught? And itwere not for the crack of doom?

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But tis impossible. My poets arecoming, oh ay for their first
meal of the day. Prithee takethem aside, when I shall make you
sign to do so? What's aclock? Ten minutes after six? Nervously
seating himself at Ragoneu's table and drawingsome people towards him a pen, giving
him the one from behind his ear. Here a swan's quill. The musketeer

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with the fierce mustache enters and ina stentorian voice, good day. Lise
goes up to him, quickly turninground. Who's that tis a friend?
Of my wife, a terrible warrior. At least, so says he himself,
taking up the pen and motioning Ragoneuaway, Hush to himself. I

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will write, fold it, giveit her and fly throws down the pen,
coward. But strike me dead ifI dare to speak to her,
I even one single word? ToRaganu, what time is it? A
quarter after six? Striking his breast, ay a single word of all those

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here here? But writing tis easierdone. He takes up the pen.
Go to I will write it thatlove letter. Oh, I have written
and rewrit it in my own mind, so oft that it lies there,
ready for pen and ink. Andif I lay but my soul by my
letter sheet, tis not to dobut to copy from it, he writes.

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Seeing four Raganu leaves the musquetier Sirranuat the little table writing. The
poets dressed in black, their stockingsungutted, uncovered with mud. Here they
come. You are mud bespattered friends. First poet entering to Ragonu, brother
in odds. Second poet to Raganu, shaking his hands, dear brother,

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hey, sorry, eagle among Peastrickcooks, madda, it's Mell's good here
in your area. Tis a Phoebus'sown race at thy roasts turn Apollo among
master cooks, whom they surround anembrace. Ah, how quick a man
feels at his ease with them.We were stayed by the mob. They

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are crowded all round the portin aleeat bleading, brigand carcases through the payments
there are mostly open with sword gashes. Sirrano raising his head a minute eight,
oh, we thought seven. Hegoes on writing to Sirrano, know
you who might be the hero ofthe fray? Carelessly not I to the

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musketeer, and you know you,whirling his mustache, maybe writing a little
bail. He's heard murmuring a wordfrom time to time. I loved thee
twas one man say the old Iswear to it, one man who single
handed put the whole band to theroute. Was a strange sight. Pigs

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and cudgels strewed thick upon the ground, writing thine eyes. They were picking
up hats on the way to guideor favor SAPERISTI. But he must have
been a ferocious same play thy lips. Twas a parlous, fearsome giant that
was the author of such exploits sameplay, And when I see THEE come,

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I faint for fear swelching a cake? What has rhymed of late Aganu?
Same play? Who worships thee?He stops just as he's about to
sign and gets up, slipping theletter into his doublet. No need thy
signs, since I give it hermyself. The second poet, I have

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put a recipe into verse, seatinghimself by a plate of cream puffs,
ger too. Let us, Ohthese vassals looking at a cake which he
has taken. Its cap is allon one side. He makes one bite
off the top. See how thisgingerbread woods the famous rhymer with its almond

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eyes and its eyebrows of angelica.He takes it. We litten, squeezing
a cream puff gently. Oh itlaughs, it's very cream runs over,
biting a bit of the great liarof pastry lose. Is the fast time
in my life that ever I drewany means of nourishing me from the liar,

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who has put himself ready for residing, cleared his throat, settled his
cap, struck an attitude a recipein verse the first poet nudging him you
are breakfasting the second, and youdining methinks how almonds tartlets are made.

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Beats your eggxample light and quick,froth them thick, mingle with them while
you beat juice of lemon essence fine. Then combine the burst milk of almond
sweet circle with a custard paste.The slim waist of your tartlet molds the
top with a skillful fingerprint, nickand dint round their edge. Then drop

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by drop in its little dainty bed, your cream shed in the oven,
place each mold reappearing softly brown.The renowned almond tartlets you behold with mods
cram full delicious choking they go upeating. Who has been watching goes to

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a dragonum lulled by your voice.Did you see how they were stuffing themselves?
In a low voice, smiling,Oh aye, I see well enough.
But I never will seem to lookfearing to distress them. Thus I
gain a double pleasure when I reciteto them my for I leave those poor
fellows who have not breakfasted for youto eat, even while I gratisfy my

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own dearest foible see you clapping himon the shoulder, friend, I'd like
you right well, Ragunau goes afterhis friends. Sirrano follows him with his
eyes, then rather sharply over there, Lise Lize, who is talking tenderly
to the musqueteer, starts and comesdown towards Sirrano. So this fine captain

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is laying siege to you, offended, One hearty glance of my eye can
conquer any man that should dare ventureart against my virtue. Who conquering eyes
me things are art conquered eyes chokingwith anger, but intisively. I like
Raguno well, and so mark me, Dame Lise, I permit not that

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he be rendered a lapping stock byany but who has raised his voice so
as to be heard by the gallanta word to the wise. He bows
to the musketeer and goes to thedoorway to watch. After looking at the
clock to the musketeer, who hasmerely bowed in answer to Serrano's bow,

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How now is this your courage?Why turn you not adjust on his nose?
On his nose? II his nose? He goes quickly farther away.
Lee follows him from the doorway,signing to Raganu to draw the poets away,
hist showing them the door on theright. We shall be more private
there, impatiently drawing them further toread poetry. It is better here,

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despairingly with his mouthful leaf the cakes. Never, let's take them with us.
They all follow Raganu in precision,after sweeping all the cakes of the
trace scene five Serrano roxa the duenna. Ah, if I see but the
faint glimmer of hope, then Idraw out my letter Drosa masked, followed

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by the duenna, happy as atthe glass pane of the door. He
opens quickly enter walking up to theduenna. Two words with you, duenna
four, sir, and it's likeyou are you fond of sweet things?
I could eat myself sick on them? Catching up some paperbacks from the counter.

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Good, see you these two sonnetsof Musu busirad hey, which I
feel for you with cream cakes,changing her expression, Ha, what say
you to the cake they called alittle puff if made with cream, Sir,
I love them? Passing well hereI plunge six for your eating into

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the bosom of a poem by Santamo. And in these verses of Chapelain,
I lied and light more soul,stay love your hotcakes. I to the
core of my heart, filling herarms with their backs pleasure me. Then
go eat them all in the street, but pushing her out, and come

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not back till the very last crumbbe eaten. He shuts the door,
comes down towards Roxa, and uncovering, stands at a respectful distance from her.
Scene six Cyrano, Roxa, blessedbe the moment when you condescend,
remembering that humbly I exist to cometo meet me, and to say to

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tell Roxa, who was unmasked,to thank you. First of all that
dandy count whom you checkmated and braveswordplay last night. He's the man whom
a great lord desirous of my favor. Ah do Guiche, casting down her
eyes, sought to impose on mefor husband I husband dupe husband husband alamode

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bowing. Then I fought happy chance, sweet lady, not for my ill
favor, but for your favors.Fair confession. Next, but ere I
make my shrift. You must beonce again that brother friend with whom I
used to play by the lakeside.Aye, you would come each spring to

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be jerac. Mind you the reedsyou cut to make your swords, well,
you wove corn straw plates for yourdolls. Here, Those were the
days of games and blackberries. Inthose days you did everything I bid.
Roxanne in her short frock was madeleine. Was I fair? Then you were

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not ill to see ofttimes with handsall bloody from a fall. You'd run
to me. Then, aping mother, ways, I in a voice,
would be severe, would hide,she'd be Watch is this scratch again that
I see here? She starts,surprised. Oh tis too much? What's

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this, sidanold Christ to Drawway's hand? No, let me see, at
your age five, where did youget that scratch? I got it playing
at the port, dener seating herselfby the table and dipping her handkerchief in
a glass of water. Give here, sitting by her, so soft,

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so gay, maternal sweet, Andtell me while I wipe away the blood?
How many against you? Oh?Come tell me? No, let
be, But you come tell thething just now you dared, not keeping
his hand. Now I dare Thescent of those old days emboldens me.

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Yes, now I dare listen.I am in love ah, but with
one who knows not ah not yetah, but who if he knows not
soon shall learn. A poor youthwho all this time has loved timidly from

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afar and dares not speak. Ah, leave your hand, why it is
fever hot. But I have seenlove trembling on his lips, ah band
eating his hand with her handkerchief.And to think of it that he by
a chance, Yes, cousin,he is of your regiment, is cadet

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in your own company. On hisbrow he bears the genius stamp. He
is proud, noble, young,intrepid, fair, rising suddenly very bale
fair? Why what ails you?Nothing? Tis? He shows his hand,
smiling this scratch. I love him, all was said. But you

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must know I have only seen himat the comedy. How you have never
spoken? Eyes can speak? Howknow you then that he? Oh,
people talk neath the limes in theplace Royale Gossip's chat has let me know
he is cadet in the guards.His name Baron Christian de Nivelette. How

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now he is not of the guardstoday he is to join your ranks under
Captain Carbone de castel jalou. Ah, how quick, how quick the heart
has flown. But my poor child, the duena opening the door, the
cakes are eaten. Monsieur bejaraque,then read the verses printed on the bags.

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She goes out, my poor child, you who love but flowing words,
great wit? What if he bebut a loud, unskilled No,
his bright locks like derfe heroes,Ah, a well curled pate and witless
tongue. Perchance, Oh no,I guess I feel his words are fair,

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All words are fair, that lurkneath fair mustache. Or suppose you
were a fool stamping her foot,then bury me after a boss? Was
it to tell me this? Youbrought me here? I failed to see
what used to serves madame Nay,but I felt a terror here in the
heart on learning yesterday you were gascons, all of your company, and we

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provoke all beardless sprigs that favored daresadmit myths as pure gascons. Pure heaven
saved the mark. They told youthat as well. Ah, think how
I trembled for him, but beinghis deep, not causelessly. But when
last night I saw you brave,invincible, punish that dandy, fearless,

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hold your own against those brutes,I thought, I thought, if he
whom all fear all, if hewould only good, I will befriend you,
a little baron. Ah, you'llpromise me you will do this for
me. I've always held you asa tender friend. Hi Hi, Then

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you will be his friend, Iswear, and he shall fight no duelves,
promise none. You are kind cousin. Now I must be gone.
She puts on her mask and bequickly. Then absently, you have not
told me of your last night's frayAh, but it must have been a
hero fight. Bid him to write. She sends him a kiss with her

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fingers. How good you are.A hundred men against you, now farewell,
we are great friends. I ohbid him right, you'll tell me
all one day. A hundred menah, praive, how brave bowing to

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her, I have fought better.Since she goes out, Sirano stands motionless,
with eyes on the ground. Asilence. The door right opens.
Raganuluksin Scene seven Sirranu. Raganu poetsCarbon de castel Jalou. The cadets a

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crowd. Then de Guiche, canwe come in without stirring? Yes?
Raganu signs to his friends and theycome in at the same time. By
door. At back enters Carbon decastel Jalou and captain's uniform. He makes
gestures of surprise on seeing Siranu herehe is raising his head, captain or

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here all we heard? All thirtyor more of my cadets are there,
shrinking back, but trying to drawhim away. Come with me. They
will not rest until they see you. They're drinking opposite at the bear's head,
going to the door and calling acrossthe street in a voice of thunder.
He won't come. The heroes inthe socks. First cadet outside,

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ah soun dear tumult outside. Noiseof boots and swords is heard, approaching,
rubbing his hands. They are runningacross the street, entering mil dear
captidious poke a idious Raganu, drawingback, startled, gentlemen, are you
all from Gascony, oh, secondcadet to Serano, Bravo Baron first gascon

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shaking his hands, barn come,I must embrace you, will embrace him
all in turn, not knowing whomto reply to. Barren Barren, I
beg are you all Barren? Sirsie? Is it true? I why
you could build a tower with nothingbut our core avance my friend Libre entering

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and running up to Serrano. Yeah, looking for you. Here's a crazy
mob led by the men who followedyou last night. What have you told
them where to find me? Rubbinghis hands. Yes, the burgher entering,
followed by a group of men.Sir, all the marae Is are
coming here. Outside the street isfilled with people, chases, upporters and

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carriages have drawn up. In alow voice, smiling to Serrano and Roxham,
quickly hush, calling outside. Acrowd rushed into the shop, pushing
one another, acclamations. Standing ona table, Well, my shop invaded.
They break all magnificent. My friendme seems that yesterday I had not

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all these friends delighted success. FirstMarquis hurrying up with his hands held out,
my friend, didst thou? Butno thou, mary thou pray?
When did we herd swine together?You and I? I would present you,
sir, to some fair dames whoin my carriage yonder coldly? Ah,

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And who will first present you,sir? To me? What's wrong?
Hush? Gazetteer with writing board,a few tea tales, no nudging
herself both theophrast Why no day ofthe court gazette Who cares this paper?
But it is a great importance,they say, It will be an immense

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success, advancing, sir, whatanother pray permits, I make a pentacrostic
on your name, also advancing pray, sir, enough enough a movement in
the crowd. De Guiche appears,escorted by officers. Quiji breze the officers
who went with Serrano the night before. Quigi comes rapidly up to Serrano.

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Here is Monsieur de g a mma. Everyone makes thee. He comes from
the Marshal, bowing to Serrano,who would express his admirations, Sir,
for your new exploits noise so loudabroad. The Marshal is a judge of
valor. He could not have believedthe thing unless these gentlemen had sworenly witnessed

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it with our own eyes. Asideto Serrano, who has an absent air.
But you hush, but you'll suffer. Starting before this rebel, I
it draws himself up, twils hismustache, and throws back his shoulders.
Wait, you shall see to whomQuiji has spoken in a low voice in

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feats of arms. Already your careerabounded. You serve with those crazy pates
of Gascon's, with the cadets,with us looking at the cadets ranged to
begin to Sanu. All these gentlemenof haughty Mien. Are they the famous
siren? No I captain, Sinceall my companies assembled here, pray favor

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me present them to my lord,making two steps towards de Guiche, My
Lord de Guiche, permit that Ipresent, pointing to the cadets, the
bold cadets of Gascony of Carbon ofCastel Jalu, drawling and swaggering boastuly,
The bold cadets of Gascony, spoutingof armory heraldry. Their veins are brimming

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with bloods of blue. The boldcadets of Gascony of Carbon of Castles Jalu.
Eagle eye and spindle shanks, fusemustache and wolfish tooth, slash the
rabble and scat through their ranks.Eagle eye and spindle shanks with a flaming
feather, the gaily pranks, hidingthe holes in their hats for smooth.

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Eagle eye and spindle shanks fierce mustacheand wolfish tooth. Pink your doublet and
slit your trunk are their gentlest sobriquetswith fame and glory. Their soul is
drunk. Pink your doublet and slityour trunk. In brawl and skirmish,
they show their spunk, give rendezvous, embroial and fray, pink your doublet

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and slit your trunk. Are theirgentlest sobriquets. What ho cadets of Gascony,
all the jealous lovers are sport foryou, oh woman, dear divinity,
What hoe cadets of Gascony, whomscowling husbands quake to see blow tartarah

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and cry Cuckooho? What hoe cadetsof Gascony? Husbands and lovers a game
for you? Seated with a heartycarelessness in an arm chair, brought quickly
by Ragunu, a poet, tisthe fashion of the hour. Will you
be mine? No, sir,no man's last night? Your fancy pleased?

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My uncle Richliu. I'll gladly saya word to him for you read
heavens. I imagine you have rhymedfive acts or so Instano's year, your
play, your agrippina, you seeit staged at last, take them to
him, beginning to be tempted andattracted in sooth, I would. He

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is a critic skilled. He maycorrect a line or two at most,
whose face defense at once impossible.My blood congeals to think that other hand
should change a comma's dot. Butwhen a verse approves itself to his,
he pays it, dear, goodfriend, he pays less dear than I

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myself. When a verse pleases me, I pay myself and sing it to
myself. You are proud, reallyyou have noticed that second cadet entering with
a string of old battered pooned beaverhats full of holes, slung on his
sword. See sirrah, now thismorning on the key, what strange bright

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feathered game we caught the hats ofthe fugitives spoilia opima he who laid that
m bush faith, But of course, and swear who was it? I
myself the laugh best stops I chargedthem work too dirty for my sword to

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punish, and chas stummies A rhymstersalt constrained silence in a low voice to
Serano, showing him the beavers whatto do with them. They're full of
Greece, A stew taking the sword, and with a salute, dropping the
hats at de guiche feet, Sir, pray be good enough to render them

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back to your friends. Rising sharplymy chair, there, quick I go
to Sirrano passionately, as to you, Sarah Brezza, in the street,
portus for my lord de Guche,who has controlled himself smiling, Have you
read Don Quixote? I have,and doff my hat at the mad night

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errant's name, I cancel you tostudy, appearing at back my lord's chair
the windmill chapter, moving chapter thethirteenth, For when one tilts gains windmills,
it may chance KILTI gainst those whochange with every breeze, that the
windmill sales may sweep you with theirarm down in the mire or upward to

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the stars. De Guiche goes outand mourns into his chair. The other
lords go away, whispering together.Lebre goes to the door with them.
The crowd disperses, seeing eight SerranoLebre, the cadets who are eating and
drinking at tables left and right,bobbing mockingly to those who go out without

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daring to salute him. Gentlemen,gentlemen coming back despairingly. Here's a fine
coil, Oh scold away. Atleast you will agree that to annihilate each
chance of fate exaggerates, Yes,I exaggerate triumphantly. Ah but for principle

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example too, I think tis wellthus to exaggerate, oh le aside that
pride of musketeer, fortune and glorywake you I and then seek a protector.
Choose a patron out and like thecrawling ivy round a tree that licks
the bark to gain the trunks support, climb high by creeping roos instead of

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force. No Grammercy, HOHATAI,like all the rest, dedicate verse to
bankers, play buffoon and cringing,hope to see at last a smile not
disapproving on a patron's lips. Gramercy, No, what learn to swallow toads

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with frame, a weary climbing stairs, a skin growing grimed in horny here
about the knees, and acrobat liketeats my back to bend, no Grammercy.
Or double faced and sly run withthe hair while hunting with the hounds,

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and oily tongued to win the oilof praise. Flatter the great man
to his very nose, No Grammercy. Steel soft from lap to lap,
a little great man in a circlesmall, or navigate with madrigals for sales
blown gently windward by the old lady'ssize. No Grammercy, bribe kindly editors

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to spread abroad by verses Grammercy,or try to be elected as the pope
of tavern councils held by imbeciles.No Grammercy. Toil to gain reputation by
one small sonnet instead of making manyno Grammercy, or flatter sorry bunglers.

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Be terrorized by every prating paper,say seizelessly, oh had I but the
chance of a fair notice in themercury Grammercy, No grow pale, fear,
calculate, Prefer to make a visitto a rhyme, seek introductions,

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draw petitions up, No Grammercy,and no and no again. But sing,
dream, laugh, co lightly,solitary, free, with eyes that
look straightforward, fearless voice, tocock your beaver just the way you choose,

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or yes or no show fight,or turn a rhyme to work without
one thought of gain or fame,to realize that journey to the moon.
Never to pen a line that hasnot sprung straight from the heart within,
embracing them modesty, Say to oneself, good, my friend, be thou

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content with flowers, fruit, nayleaves, but pluck them from no garden,
but thine own and then, ifglory come by chance your way,
to pay no tribute, and too, Caesar none, but keep the merit
all your own. In short,disdaining tendrils of the parasite, to be

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content, if neither oak nor elmnot to mount high perchance, but mount
alone alone, And if you will, but not with hand against every man.
How in the devil's name have youconceived this lunatic idea to make fools
for yourself at every turn, bydint of seeing you at every turn make

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friends and fawn upon your frequent friendswith mouth wide, smiling, slid from
ear to ear, I passed stillunsaluted, joyfully, and cry, what
ho another enemy lunacy? Well?What if it be my vice, my

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pleasure to displease? To love?Men? Hate me? Ah, friend
of mine, believe me, Imarch better meat? The crossfire of glances
inimical, how droll the stains onesees on fine laced doublets from gall of
envy, where the poltroons dribble.The enervating friendship which enfolds you is like

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an open laced Italian collar floating aroundyour neck in woman's fashion. One is
at ease. Thus, but let'sproud the carriage. The forehead free from
mainstay or coercion, bends here,there, everywhere, but I embracing hatred.

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She lends forbidding stiffly fluted, theroughs, starched folds that hold the
head so rigid. Each enemy anotherfold, a gopher who adds a constraint
and adds a ray of glory forhatred, like the rough worn by the
Spanish, grips like a vice,but frames you like a halo. After

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a silence, speaking his arm,speak proud, a loud and bitter in
my ear. Whish per me simplythis she loves the knot hush. Christia
has just hindered and mingled with thecadets, who do not speak to him.
He has seated himself at a tablewhere he serves him seeing nine Serrano

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Lebre, the cadets, Christian thenouvelet, third cadet, seated at a
table, glass in hand. Sirranoturns round the story in its time.
He goes up on Lebre's arm.They talk in low voices, rising and
coming down the story of the fraytwill lesson well. He stops before the

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table where Christio is seated. Thistimid young apprentice raising his head, prances,
who this sickly northern greenhorn, sicklyheart mischet in nible? This in
your ear? There's somewhat here oneor more dares to name than to say

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rope to one whose sire was hanged? What may that be? See here?
He puts his finger three times mysteriouslyon his nose. Do you understand,
Oh, it is the hush.Oh, never breathe that word,
unless you'd reckon with him yonder.He points to Serano, who was talking

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with Lebray, second Gascon, whohas meanwhile come up noiselessly to sit on
the table, whispering behind him.Hark, he put two snuffling men to
death in rage for the sole reasonthey spoke through their nose, darting on
all fours from under the table wherehe had crept. And if you would
not perish in the flower of youth, oh, mention not the fatal cartilage.

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Clapping him on the shoulder, aword, a gesture for the indiscreet.
His handkerchief may prove his winding sheet. Silence, All with crossed arms
look at Christian. He rises andgoes over to Carbone the Castel Jalou,
who is talking to an officer andfeigns to see nothing. Captain turning and

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looking at him from head to foot, Sir, pray, what scales it
best to do to sevens who swagger? Give them proof that one may be
a northerner, yet brave. Heturns his back on him. I thank
you now the tail coming towards them. The tail or bring their tools up

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and group around him, listening eagerly. Christians has tried a chair. Well,
I went all alone to meet theband. The moon was shining clock
like fall of the sky, whensuddenly some careful clockwright past a cloud of
cotton wool across the case that heldthe silver watch, and presto hi.

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The night was inky black, andall the keys were hidden in the murky
dark. Get jokes. One couldsee nothing further van one's nose silence.
All slowly rise, looking in terrorat Serrano, who has stopped, dumbfounded
pass Who on God's earth is that? It is a man who joined today,

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making a step towards Christian today.Yes, his name is the Baron
de Neville. Checking himself good itis well, he turns pale, flushes
meekes as if to fall on Christian. He controls himself. What said I
for the burst of rage more Deusthen continues calmly that it was dark astonishment

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the cadets received themselves, starring herthem on. I went, thinking for
a knavish cause, I may provokesome great man, some great prince,
who certainly could break my nose.Everyone starts up. Christian balances on his
chair in a choked voice. Myteeth, who would break my teeth?

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And I, imprudent, like waspoking my nose my finger in the crack
between the tree and bark. Hemay prove strong and wrap me over the
nose, wiping his forehead or theknuckles. I but I cried forward.
Gascon duty calls on Sierra No,and thus I ventured on. When from

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the shadow came a crack of thenose, I purry it, find myself
nose to nose, bonding onto himHeaven and earth. All the gascons leap
up to sea. But when heis close to Christian, he controls himself
and continues with a hundred brawling sots, who, staying white but smiling onions

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randy cups. I leapt out,head well down, nosing the winds.
I charged urge gore two impale onerun him through. One aims at me,
paf and I parry bursting out,Great God, out all of you,
the candid stretched to the doors.The tiger, oh wakes every man

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out. Leave me alone with him. We shall find him minced fine,
minced into hash and a big pasty. I am turning pale and curl up
like a napkin, limp and white. Let us be gone. He will
not leave a crumb. I dieof fright to think what will pass here?
Shutting door right, something too horrible? All I've gone out by different

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doors, some by the star keise. Syrano and Christia are face to face,
looking at each other for a moment, seeing ten embrace me, now,
sir, you are brave. No, but nay, I insist by
tell me come embrace. I amher brother, whose brother hers in faith.

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Roxanne's crushing up to him. Oh, heavens her brother, cousin brother,
the same thing. And she hastold you, Oh she loves me.
Say maybe, taking his hands,how glad I am to meet you,
sir. That may be called asudden sentiment. I ask your pardon,
looking at him with his hand onhis shoulder. True he's fair the

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villain. Ah, sir, ifyou but knew my admiration. But all
those noses, oh, I takethem back? Roxanne expects a letter.
Wos a day? Oh I amlost? If I but oat my lips?
Why so I am a fool?Could die for shame? None is
a fool who knows himself a fool. And you did not attack me like

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a fool? Bah one finds battlecry to lead the assaults. I have
a certain military wit. But beforewomen, I can but hold my tongue.
Their eyes true when I passed,that is the kind, And when
you stay their hearts methinks are kinder. No, For I am one of

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those men tongue tides I know whocan never tell their love. And I
me seems had nature been more kind, more careful when she fashioned me,
had been one of those men whowell could speak their love? Oh,
to express one's thoughts with fastile grace? Who be a musketeer with handsome face?

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Roxanne is precious. I'm sure toprove a disappointment to U looking at
him. Had I but such aninterpreter to speak my soul? Eloquence?
Where to find it that I lend? If you lend me your handsome victor
charms lended, we make a heroof romance. How so think you you

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can repeat what things I daily teachyour tongue? What do you mean,
Roxanne? She'll never have a disillusion? Say wilt thou that we woo her
double handed? Wilt thou that wetwo woo her both together? Filst thou
passing from my leather doublet through thylast doublet all my soul inspiring. But

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serrano, will you, I say, I fear, since by yourself you
fear to chill her heart? Willyou to kindle all her heart to flame?
Wed into one my phrases and yourlips, your eyes flash? Will
you with it? Please you sogive you such pleasure? Madly it then,

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calmly businesslike it would amuse me.It is an enterprise to tempt a
poet. Will you complete me?And let me complete you? You march
victorious. I go in your shadow. Let me be wit for you be
you, my beauty. The letterthat she waits for. Even now I
never can taking out the letter hehad written. See here it is your

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letter. Wots take it. Lookit wants but the address, But I
fear nothing. Send it. Itwill suit. But have you, Oh,
we have our pockets full, Wepoets of love letters writ to chloes,
Daphne's creations, of our noddle heads, our ladyloves, phantasms of our

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brains, dream fancies blown into soapbubbles. Come take it and change fained
love words into true I breathed mysighs and moans haphazard wise, call all
these wandering love birds home to nest. You'll see that I was in these
lettered lines eloquent, all the morethe less sincere take it and make an

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end. Were not well to changesome words, writs and haphazard Wise,
will it fit? Roxane will fitlike a glove. Butts, Oh,
credulity of love, rock sand willthink each word inspired by yourself, My
friends. He throws himself into Serrano'sarms. They remind us, seeing eleven

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Serrano, Christia, the gascons,the musketier Liz first gascon half opening the
door. Not here the silence ofthe grave. I dare not look.
He puts his head in, why, entering and seeing Serrano and Christian embracing.
Oh, this passes all consternation.The musketier mockingly, Oh, our

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Gamon has become a saint. Struckon one nostril, lo he turns the
other. Then we may speak abouthis nose. Henceforth, Calling to Liz
boastfully, Liz see here sniffing ostentatiously. Oh heavens, what a stink going
up to Serrano, You, sir, without a doubt, have sniffed it

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up. What is the smell?Unnoticed? Here coffing his head clove head,
General delight, the cadets have foundthe old Serrano again. They turned
somersaults curtain and of Act two