LE BRET:
But. . .

CYRANO:
He’s an author. ’Twill not fail to please him
That I should mar a brother-author’s play.

LE BRET:
You make too many enemies by far!

CYRANO (eating his grapes):
How many think you I have made to-night?

LE BRET:
Forty, no less, not counting ladies.

CYRANO:
Count!

LE BRET:
Montfleury first, the bourgeois, then De Guiche,
The Viscount, Baro, the Academy. . .

CYRANO:
Enough! I am o’erjoyed!

LE BRET:
But these strange ways,
Where will they lead you, at the end? Explain
Your system—come!

CYRANO:
I in a labyrinth
Was lost—too many different paths to choose;
I took. . .