RAGUENEAU:
Ah, Monsieur!. . .
CYRANO (holding out his hand to him):
Ragueneau,
Weep not so bitterly!. . .What do you now,
Old comrade?
RAGUENEAU (amid his tears):
Trim the lights for Moliere’s stage.
CYRANO:
Moliere!
RAGUENEAU:
Yes; but I shall leave to-morrow.
I cannot bear it!—Yesterday, they played
’Scapin’—I saw he’d thieved a scene from you!
LE BRET:
What! a whole scene?
RAGUENEAU:
Oh, yes, indeed, Monsieur,
The famous one, ‘Que Diable allait-il faire?’
LE BRET:
Moliere has stolen that?
CYRANO:
Tut! He did well!. . .
(to Ragueneau):
How went the scene? It told—I think it told?
RAGUENEAU (sobbing):
Ah! how they laughed!