Christian.
Not
Cyrano.
Why?
Christian.
I will wait for Roxane here.
Cyrano.
How ? crazy ?
Come quick with me and learn . . .
Christian.
No ! no ! I say.
I am aweary of these borrowed letters,
- Borrowed love-makings ! Thus to act a part,
And tremble all the time ! 'Twas well enough
At the beginning ! Now I know she loves !
I fear no longer I will speak myself.
Cyrano.
Mercy !
Christian.
And how know you I cannot speak ?
I am not such a fool when all is said !
I've by your lessons profited. You'll see
I shall know how to speak alone ! The devil !
I know at least to clasp her in my arms !
[Seeing Roxane come out from CLOSURE'S house.]
- It is she ! Cyrano, no ! - Leave me not !
Cyrano
[bowing],
Speak for yourself, my friend, and take your chance
[He disappears behind the garden wall.]
