THE INTRUDER. No patron? CYRANO. No! THE INTRUDER. What! no high-born gentleman whose name can shield you? CYRANO (_impatient_). I've said No twice already. A third time: No! I've no protector.... (_his hand on his sword_) but this! THE INTRUDER. You are going to leave town, then? CYRANO. Hardly probable. THE INTRUDER. But the Duke has a long reach! CYRANO. Not so long as mine .... (_showing his sword_) with this extension! Now, go about your business. THE INTRUDER. But allow me.... CYRANO. Go! Or, rather, tell me why you look so sharply at my nose. THE INTRUDER (_abashed_). What! I.... CYRANO. Is there anything extraordinary about it? THE INTRUDER. Your lordship mistakes.... CYRANO. Is it soft and swinging like an elephant's trunk? THE INTRUDER. I did not say.... CYRANO. Or crooked like the beak of an owl? THE INTRUDER. No; I.... CYRANO. Is there a wart on the end of it? Or a fly? What's amiss with it? Or is it a phenomenon? THE INTRUDER. Why, I didn't even look at it! CYRANO. Why shouldn't you look at it? Is it repulsive? THE INTRUDER. My dear Sir.... CYRANO. In colour unhealthy? In shape indecent? THE INTRUDER. Not at all! CYRANO. Why, then, seem to revile it? Perhaps the gentleman finds it rather large? THE INTRUDER (_stammering_). I find it small, very, very small. CYRANO. How small? Ridiculously then? My nose small! Why, my nose is enormous! Remember, vile flat-nose and flat-head, that I am proud of such an appendix! For a large nose properly indicates a man that is affable, kind, courteous, witty, liberal and brave, such as I am, and such as you, miserable knave! can never be; for the inglorious face that my hand is about to seek above your collar is as destitute ..... (_he slaps intruder's face_). THE INTRUDER. Oh! CYRANO. Of pride, of flight, of poesy, of picturesqueness, of fire, of magnificence, of Nose, in fact, as the one.... (_Cyrano seizes the Intruder by the shoulders and kicks him in the seat_) that my boot now reaches at the base of your back. THE INTRUDER (_escaping_). Help! Guards! CYRANO.