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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
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De Guiche.
Bah!
Roxane.
But the siege - Arras . . .
De Guiche.
'Twill take its chance. Grant but permission.
Roxane.
No !
De Guiche.
Give me leave !
Roxane
[tenderly].
It were my duty to forbid you !
De Guiche.
Ah!
Roxane.
You must go ! [Aside.] Christian stays here. [Aloud.] I would have you heroic - Antoine !
De Guiche.
O heavenly word ! You love, then, him ? . . .
Roxane.
. . . For whom I trembled.
De Guiche
[in an. ecstasy].
Ah ! I go then ! [He kisses her hand.] Are you content ?
Roxane.
Yes, my friend !
[He goes out.]
