CYRANO (whose face has immediately resumed its severe look).
Impossible, Sir! My blood curdles at the thought of my verse being improved by the displacement or the addition of a single comma.
GUICHE.
But, on the other hand, my dear fellow, when a line pleases him, he pays for it a large price.
CYRANO.
Not so large a one as I myself pay. When I have written a line and then I fall in love with it, I buy it from and sing it to myself.
GUICHE.
Your disposition is a proud one!
CYRANO.