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France, 1640. Cyrano, the charismatic swordsman-poet with the absurd nose, hopelessly loves the beauteous Roxane; she, i | dG1fWnBJMlpGMGNRbFE
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00:00The End
00:30Was this the nose that launched a thousand ships?
00:33These, my dear sir, are things you might have said
00:35had you some tinge of letters or of wit to colour your discourse.
00:39But wit, not so. You never had an atom.
00:42And of letters, you need but three to write you down.
00:45A. S. S.
00:49Acts.
00:50So be it.
00:52You shall die exquisitely.
01:00What would you have me do?
01:20Seek for the patronage of some great man
01:22and like a creeping vine on a tall tree
01:24crawl up where I cannot stand alone?
01:27No, thank you.
01:29Be a buffoon in the vile hope of teasing out a smile on some cold face?
01:34No, thank you.
01:35Shall I use the fire God gave me to burn incense all day long?
01:39No, thank you.
01:40Struggle to insinuate my name into the columns of the Gazette?
01:44Calculate?
01:45Scheme?
01:45Be afraid?
01:46Love more to make a visit than a poem?
01:48Seek introductions?
01:49Favors?
01:50Influences?
01:51No, thank you.
01:52No, I thank you.
01:53And again, I thank you.
01:55And again, I thank you.

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