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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
Cyrano.
Ha, De Guiche?
Roxane.
[casting down her eyes].
Sought to impose on me … for husband…
Cyrano.
Ay! Husband!—dupe-husband! … Husband à-la-mode!
[Bowing.]
Then I fought, happy chance! sweet lady, not
For my ill favour—but your favours fair!
Roxane.
Confession next!… But, ere I make my shrift,
You must be once again that brother-friend
With whom I used to play by the lake-side!…
Cyrano.
Ay, you would come each spring to Bergerac!
Roxane.
Mind you the reeds you cut to make your swords?…
Cyrano.
While you wove corn-straw plaits for your dolls' hair!
Roxane.
Those were the days of games!…
Cyrano.
And blackberries! . .