Ah! How handsome he is, how brilliant a wit! And--how well I love him!
Christian has so brilliant a wit?
Brighter than even your own, cousin!
Be it so, with all my heart!
Ah! methinks 'twere impossible that there could breathe a man on this earth
skilled to say as sweetly as he all the pretty nothings that mean so much--
that mean all! At times his mind seems far away, the Muse says naught--and
then, presto! he speaks--bewitchingly! enchantingly!
Fie! That is ill said! But lo! men are ever thus! Because he is fair to
see, you would have it that he must be dull of speech.
He hath an eloquent tongue in telling his love?
In telling his love? why, 'tis not simple telling, 'tis dissertation, 'tis
How is he with the pen?
Still better! Listen,--here:--
'The more of my poor heart you take
The larger grows my heart!'
(Triumphantly to Cyrano):
How like you those lines?