CYRANO (writing).
And I am like to faint, outdone, when you appear.
SECOND POET (helping himself to a cake).
What new rimes can you give us, Ragueneau?
CYRANO (writing).
Who loves you!....
(He stops just as he was going to sign, rises, folds the letter and puts it into his doublet.)
Signature unnecessary. I'll hand her the letter myself.
RAGUENEAU (to Second Poet).