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Their tempers short.
The Gascon cadets of Castel-Jaloux.
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Eagle-eyed, always game
Cat's whiskers, lion's might
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nearer they came
in boots to make them lame
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but with a heart so light
for they thirst for fame.
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Sweet is their name in the great fight.
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Ever ready to main
they put foes to flight.
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The Gascon cadets
make cuckolds every night!
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A gentleman's retinue needs a poet.
Will you be mine?
:43:30
I don't join retinues.
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My uncle, Richelieu, would approve.
I could help you.
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Good God!
:43:39
I suppose you've written a play?
:43:41
Yes, a tragedy.
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The title?
Agrippian.
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Take it to him.
:43:47
Really?
:43:48
He'll only change a few lines of it.
:43:51
Never, sir. My blood runs cold
to think one could be so bold.
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You're proud.
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You've noticed, have you?
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Look, Cyrano.
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We found this on our way
feathers of the fowl you sent away.
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The victims' remains!
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Their employer must be in a fury!
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But who was he?
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It was I.
:44:16
They were to do the lowly task
of punishing a drunken rhymer.
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A true epic poet!
:44:23
You dared...
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Would you like to return these
to your friends?
:44:28
You thwarted the plans I made...
:44:31
To murder?
:44:32
Insolence!
:44:38
Swords up! We're leaving!
:44:40
Out of here! All of you!
:44:49
Monsieur, have you read Don Quixote?
:44:52
I've practically lived it.
:44:55
Meditate on the windmill chapter.
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Chapter thirteen.
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If you fight with windmills...