I-I am going to be a storm-a flame- I need to fight whole armies alone; I have ten hearts; I have a hundred arms; I feel too strong to war with morta… - Edmond Rostand

You strip from me the laurel and the rose!
Take all! Despite you there is yet one thing
I hold against you all, and when, tonight,
I enter Christ's fair courts, and, lowly bowed,
Sweep with doffed casque the heavens' threshold blue,
One thing is left, that, void of stain or smutch,
I bear away despite you …
My white plume.

Do you remember the night when Christian courted you under the balcony? All my life is there. I was below, hidden among the shadows while he climbed up to claim the kiss of triumph. And that was only right, I hold no grudges: Molière's a great man and Christian was...

Je recule
Ébloui de me voir moi même tout vermeil
Et d’avoir, moi, le coq, fait élever le soleil.