VOICE (in the street):
Porters for my lord De Guiche!
DE GUICHE (who has controlled himself—smiling):
Have you read ‘Don Quixote’?
CYRANO:
I have!
And doff my hat at th’ mad knight-errant’s name.
DE GUICHE:
I counsel you to study. . .
A PORTER (appearing at back):
My lord’s chair!
DE GUICHE:
. . .The windmill chapter!
CYRANO (bowing):
Chapter the Thirteenth.
DE GUICHE:
For when one tilts ’gainst windmills—it may chance. . .
CYRANO:
Tilt I ’gainst those who change with every breeze?
DE GUICHE:
. . .That windmill sails may sweep you with their arm
Down—in the mire!. . .