LE BRET
Who and what is this woman?
CYRANO
Dangerous
Mortally,
without meaning; exquisite
Without imagining. Nature's own snare
To allure
manhood. A white rose wherein
Love lies in ambush for his natural prey.
Who knows her smile has known a perfect thing.
She creates grace in
her own image, brings
Heaven to earth in one movement of her hand-
Nor thou, 0 Venus! balancing thy shell
Over the Mediterranean blue, nor thou,
Diana! marching through broad, blossoming woods,
Art so divine as when she mounts her chair,
And goes abroad through Paris!
LE BRET
Oh, well- of course,
That makes everything clear!
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