CYRANO (_seemingly less frightened_). Oh! then, it's Venice.... or Genoa! GUICHE (_trying to pass_). A lady is waiting for me!... CYRANO (_completely reassured_). Then I must be in Paris! GUICHE (_reluctantly smiling_). The rascal is amusing! CYRANO. You are laughing. GUICHE. Yes,--but I must pass. CYRANO (_apparently overjoyed_). So I have dropped in Paris!.... (_Quite at his ease, laughing, dusting himself, and bowing._) I have just arrived--pardon me--by the last cyclone, and I must brush off the ether that is still on me. I've travelled! My eyes are still full of astral dust, and my spurs have caught planet hairs. (_picking something off his sleeve_). Here, on my doublet, is one from a comet!.... (_He blows, as if to cast off the hair._) GUICHE (_enraged_). Now, look here, Sir!.... (_As Guiche is going to pass, Cyrano stretches out his leg as if to show something that is on it._) CYRANO. In the calf of this leg, Sir, I have a tooth of the Great Bear,--and, as nearing the Trident, I managed to avoid its three lances, I fell in a lump upon the Balance--where my weight up there is still registered! (_preventing Guiche from passing and holding him by one of his buttons._) If you were to press my nose, Sir, you would cause a flow of milk!.... GUICHE. Milk, indeed! CYRANO. Yes, Sir.... from the Milky Way! GUICHE. Oh! by Satan!.... CYRANO. No! I dropped from heaven! (_crossing his arms_). Would you believe it? I noticed it as I was going by there: Sirius, at night actually wears a turban! (_confidentially_) The other Bear, the little one, is still too small to bite! (_laughing_) As I was passing through the Lyre, I broke one of its strings! (_proudly_) But I intend to write a book on the subject; and the golden stars that I gathered into my scorched cloak, regardless of peril, shall be used by my printer for asterisks! GUICHE. Once more, I must insist.... CYRANO. Oh! Sir, I know what you desire! GUICHE. You do?.... CYRANO. Yes. You desire to hear from me how the moon is made, and if any one inhabits the rotundity of this cucurbit![22] GUICHE (_very loud_). No! No! I desire.... CYRANO. To learn how I got up there? Easily. Through an invention of mine. GUICHE (_discouraged_). A madman, certainly! CYRANO (_disdainfully_).