(Eats the tart.)
SECOND POET (breaking off and eating a piece of the candied lyre).
The only time perhaps a lyre's fed its man.
RAGUENEAU (who has been preparing to recite, coughing, settling his cap and striking an attitude).
A recipe in verse....
SECOND POET (to First Poet).
Why! you are breakfasting!
FIRST POET (to Second Poet).
And you are dining, friend!
RAGUENEAU.