(Guiche, having managed to pass, is nearing Roxane's door, but Cyrano follows, ready to seize him.)
I invented six different ways of assaulting the virgin blue!
GUICHE (turning).
Six?
CYRANO (with increased fluency).
I could, with body as bare as a taper, have comparisoned it with crystal phials o'erflowing with tears from the morning skies, and my person, then, if exposed in the sun, would have been aspirated by the luminary along with the dew!
GUICHE (astonished, goes toward Cyrano).
True! That is one way!
CYRANO (backing, so as to draw him further away).
Again, I could have created a powerful gust of wind, to lift me, if I had rarefied the air in a cedar box, by means of heated mirrors forming an icosahedron!