RAGUENEAU (somewhat bewildered).
How soon one feels at ease with them!
FIRST POET.
We were delayed a bit by something of a crowd,
Close by the Porte de Nesle!....
SECOND POET.
By sword both slashed and pierced,
Eight cut-throats bleeding fast illustrated the street.
CYRANO (looking up).
Eight?.... I thought seven.
(continues writing.)