Act I. Scene 6
Cyrano, Le Bret, the duenna.
THE DUENNA (with a low bow): I was bid ask you where a certain lady Could see her valiant cousin — but in secret.
CYRANO (overwhelmed): See me?
THE DUENNA (courtesying): Ay, Sir! She has somewhat to tell.
CYRANO: Somewhat? . . .
THE DUENNA (still courtesying): Ay, private matters!
CYRANO (staggering): Ah, my God!
THE DUENNA: To-morrow, at the early blush of dawn, We go to hear mass at St. Roch.
CYRANO (leaning against Le Bret): My God!
THE DUENNA: After — what place for a few minutes' speech?
CYRANO (confused): Where? Ah! . . . but . . . Ah, my God! . . .
THE DUENNA: Say!
CYRANO: I reflect! . . .
THE DUENNA: Where?
CYRANO: At — the pastry-house of Ragueneau.
THE DUENNA: Where lodges he?
CYRANO: The Rue — God! — St. Honore!
THE DUENNA (going): Good. Be you there. At seven.
CYRANO: Without fail.
(The duenna goes out.)