THE DUENNA (going):
Good. Be you there. At seven.
CYRANO:
Without fail.
(The duenna goes out.)
[Scene 1.VII.]
Cyrano, Le Bret. Then actors, actresses, Cuigy, Brissaille, Lignière, the porter, the violinists.
CYRANO (falling into Le Bret’s arms):
A rendezvous. . .from her!. . .
LE BRET:
You’re sad no more!
CYRANO:
Ah! Let the world go burn! She knows I live!
LE BRET:
Now you’ll be calm, I hope?
CYRANO (beside himself for joy):
Calm? I now calm?
I’ll be frenetic, frantic,—raving mad!
Oh, for an army to attack!—a host!
I’ve ten hearts in my breast; a score of arms;
No dwarfs to cleave in twain!. . .
(Wildly):
No! Giants now!