Or a fly, that takes the air there? What
Is there to stare at?

THE BORE:
Oh. . .

CYRANO:
What do you see?

THE BORE:
But I was careful not to look--knew better.

CYRANO:
And why not look at it, an if you please?

THE BORE:
I was. . .

CYRANO:
Oh! it disgusts you!

THE BORE:
Sir!

CYRANO:
Its hue
Unwholesome seems to you?

THE BORE:
Sir!