CYRANO:
And why not look at it, an if you please?

THE BORE:
I was. . .

CYRANO:
Oh! it disgusts you!

THE BORE:
Sir!

CYRANO:
Its hue
Unwholesome seems to you?

THE BORE:
Sir!

CYRANO:
Or its shape?

THE BORE:
No, on the contrary!. . .

CYRANO:
Why then that air
Disparaging?—perchance you think it large?

THE BORE (stammering):
No, small, quite small—minute!