ROXANE:
Yes, my friend!
(He goes out.)
THE DUENNA (making behind his back a mocking courtesy):
Yes, my friend!
ROXANE (to the duenna):
Not a word of what I have done. Cyrano would never pardon me for stealing
his fighting from him!
(She calls toward the house):
Cousin!
[Scene 3.III.]
Roxane, The duenna, Cyrano.
ROXANE:
We are going to Clomire’s house.
(She points to the door opposite):
Alcandre and Lysimon are to discourse!
THE DUENNA (putting her little finger in her ear):
Yes! But my little finger tells me we shall miss them.
CYRANO:
’Twere a pity to miss such apes!
(They have come to Clomire’s door.)