Nay, Better for you to have shunned this brawl!- Here, in the heart, thro’ your ribbons gay? -In the belly, under your silken shawl? Hark, how the steel rings musical! Mark how my point floats, light as the foam, Ready to drive you back to the wall, Then, as I end the refrain, thrust home! Ho, for a rime!. I dally awhile with you, dear jackal, Then, as I end the refrain, thrust home! (The swords cross-the fight is on.) Where shall I skewer my peacock?. ![]() ![]() CYRANO (Closes his eyes for an instant.) Stop… Let me choose my rimes… Now! Here we go- (He suits the action to the word, throughout the following:) Lightly I toss my hat away, Languidly over my arm let fall The cloak that covers my bright array- Then out swords, and to work withal! A Launcelot in his Lady’s hall… A Spartacus, at the Hippodrome!.
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