DUENNA (_looking pleasant_). Ah! CYRANO. Are you fond of cream cakes? DUENNA. More than fond when they contain too much cream! CYRANO. Here are six for you, wrapped in a poem. Do you like all cakes? DUENNA. All, all, all. CYRANO (_loading her with paper bags full of cakes_). Here are a few. Go now and eat them.... outside. DUENNA. But I.... CYRANO (_pushing her out_). And do not return until you have eaten them all. (_He closes the door, comes down toward Roxane, takes off his hat, and stops, respectfully, at a distance._) [16] Note.--The Duenna, like Roxane, is a "précieuse," an euphuist. _SCENE VI._ CYRANO, ROXANE, _and, a moment_, THE DUENNA. CYRANO. Among all moments be the present blessed, Since, ceasing to forget that I exist,-- However humbly--you have come to say.... To say.... ROXANE (_who has unmasked_). To say: I thank you heartily. For, know you now, the fop, the brainless wretch You vanquished yesterday in noble strife, Was being forced upon me.... (_bashfully_) ....As a mate For life, by one who says he loves me.... CYRANO. Guiche!.... Who's good at scheming thus.... (_saluting_) So then I fought, Not for my nose, but for your smiling eyes. ROXANE. And then I wished.... but the admission needs That I should find in you.... the brother that You were of yore....when we were children both. CYRANO. When Bergerac was our summer ground.... ROXANE. And reeds made up your goodly stock of swords.... CYRANO. While waving corn gave flowing hair for dolls. ROXANE. What happy days! For you my will was law.... CYRANO. You're now Roxane; you then were Madeleine. ROXANE. And pretty? CYRANO. You were not a sorry sight. ROXANE. How often, romping, you would get a hurt! Then, motherly, I'd say, in sternest voice: "Another frolic and another scratch!".... (_She stops astonished._) The same to-day! What's this? (_Cyrano tries to withdraw his hand._) No, let me see! You're still a boy, it seems.--Say when and how! CYRANO.