CYRANO.
Stupid? You are not, friend, since you realise your inability. Moreover, your attack upon me was not that of a dunce.
CHRISTIAN.
Oh! it is easy enough to find words for a fight! Yes, perhaps I have a sort of easy, military wit; but, facing women, I am struck dumb. Oh! their eyes seem favourable enough as I pass them....
CYRANO.
Are not their hearts the same when you stop?
CHRISTIAN.
No, for I belong to those—and I know it—who tremble, and know not how to speak of love.
CYRANO.
Strange!.... It seems to me that, if I were better looking, I should belong to the other class: those who know and dare.