RAGUENEAU, LISE, CYRANO, _then_ A MUSKETEER. CYRANO. What time is it? RAGUENEAU (_bowing low to him_). Six o'clock. CYRANO (_excited_). In one hour! (_Walks to and fro through the shop._) RAGUENEAU (_following him_). Bravo! I witnessed.... CYRANO. What? RAGUENEAU. Your fight. CYRANO. Which one? RAGUENEAU. The one at the Hôtel de Bourgogne. CYRANO (_disdainfully_). Oh!.... that duel!.... RAGUENEAU (_admiringly_). Yes, your duel in verse. LISE (_aside_). In verse!.... His mouth seems to him too small for the words! CYRANO (_to Ragueneau_). Ah!.... So much the better! RAGUENEAU (_lunging with the spit he has seized_). "For, when I close th' Envoy, I'll touch!...." "For, when I close th' Envoy, I'll touch!...." How beautiful!.... (_with growing enthusiasm_). "For, when I close th' Envoy,...." CYRANO. Ragueneau, what time is it? RAGUENEAU (_remaining with arm and leg outstretched, simply turning his head to look at the clock_). Five minutes after six!.... "I touch!" (_He rises._) Oh! to write a ballade! LISE (_to Cyrano, who, on passing near her, has absent-mindedly shaken hands with her_). Why! what is the matter with your hand? CYRANO. Oh! nothing! A scratch. RAGUENEAU. Were you exposed to any peril? CYRANO. No peril! LISE (_threatening him with her finger_). I fear you are not telling the truth! CYRANO. What! Did my nose move? What an enormous lie that would indicate! (_becoming serious_). I expect somebody here. If that somebody comes--you never can tell,--please leave us here alone. RAGUENEAU. That is hardly possible; my rimesters[13] are coming.... LISE (_ironical_). For their first meal. CYRANO. You will have to take them away when I make a sign to you.... What time is it? RAGUENEAU. Ten minutes after six. CYRANO (_sitting down nervously at Ragueneau's table, and taking some paper_). A pen, please!.... RAGUENEAU (_offering him the one that he has behind his ear_). A swan quill. A MUSKETEER (_with an enormous mustache and stentorian voice_) _enters_. Good morning! (_Lise goes rapidly up to him._)