:17:03
''had flesh and bone like that up front''
:17:07
Drama: ''It bleeds like the Red Sea.''
:17:09
Impressed:
''What a sign for a perfumery.''
:17:12
Lyric:
''Ah, Triton rising from the waters.''
:17:17
''How much to view the monument?''
:17:20
Warlike: ''Train it on the cavalry!''
:17:24
Practical: ''Put that in a lottery
for noses and it'll be first prize.''
:17:29
And finally, with sighs and cries...
:17:33
in language deeply felt:
''O that this too too...''
:17:37
''solid nose would melt.''
:17:38
That is what you could have said
:17:40
or had an ounce of wit in your head.
But you've no letters
:17:48
save the three
required to describe you: S.O.T.
:17:57
Had you the wit required...
:18:01
to serve me before the crowd
a dish of words...
:18:03
so proud...
:18:04
not a phrase
would have passed your lips.
:18:07
For although the words may fit
I'd never let you get away with it.
:18:15
Valvert, leave him!
:18:17
Arrogant, base nonentity
without even a pair of gloves
:18:23
let alone the ribbons and lace
a noble loves!
:18:26
My elegance is interior.
:18:28
I do not go out feeling inferior
from an insult...
:18:32
which on the exterior
leaves its mark of warning
:18:37
in libel and scruples in mourning.
I step out...
:18:41
smelling of scrubbed liberty
and polished independance. Come see!
:18:45
Let him be!
:18:46
About gloves, you have me there.
I had one left over from a pair,
:18:51
which a was very attached to.
:18:54
I left it planted
on someone's cheek.
:18:57
Cad, villain, clod...flatfooted fool!
:18:59
And I'm Cyrano Savinien Hercule
de Bergerac.