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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
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Roxane.
Whither go you ?
De guiche.
To the war.
Roxane.
Ah!
De guiche.
Ay, to-night.
Roxane.
Oh!
De guiche.
I am ordered away. We are to besiege Arras
Roxane.
Ah - to besiege ? . . .
De guiche.
Ay. My going moves you not, meseems.
Roxane.
Nay . . .
De guiche.
I am grieved to the core of the heart. Shall I again behold you ? . . . When ? I know not. Heard you that I am named commander ? . . .
Roxane
[indifferently],
Bravo !
De guiche.
Of the Guards regiment
