I see, but notice not, for fear I'd trouble them;
And reading so my lines affords me double joy,
Since thus I satisfy a weakness that I own,
And feed the while poor souls whose pressing need is food!
CYRANO (striking him on the shoulder).
I like you, Ragueneau!....
(Ragueneau joins his friends, the poets. Cyrano looks at him for a while, then suddenly says:)
Tell me there, Lise!
(Lise, who seems to be engaged in a very animated flirtation with the Musketeer, starts and comes down to Cyrano.)
This captain.... seems to be besieging you?
LISE (offended).
Oh! my eyes have a look haughty enough to vanquish all who attack my virtue.