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to serve me before the crowd
a dish of words...
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so proud...
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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.
:19:03
Buffoon!
:19:05
What is it now?
:19:06
I must...relieve these cramps.
It's lack of exercise.
:19:11
Are you all right?
:19:13
My sword has gone to sleep.
:19:17
So be it!
:19:20
With what joy...
she wakens to that sound.
:19:23
Poet, eh?
Yes, a poet.
:19:25
Even when rattling ironmongery
:19:28
I'll compose a ballade extempore.
:19:31
A ballade?
:19:32
I'll hit you on the final line.
:19:34
No!
No?
:19:36
''Ballade of a Fencing Bout...
:19:38
''Between de Bergerac
and a Foppish Lout.''
:19:44
What is that doggerel?
:19:45
It's the title.
:19:48
Silence!
Quiet!
:19:50
Wait. Let me choose my rhymes.
:19:55
Good. Ready.
:19:57
0 bare my head from crown to nape
and slowly...