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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
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Christian.
Christian!
Roxane
[disdainfully'].
Oh! you!
Christian.
I would speak with you.
Cyrano
[under the balcony to Christian].
Good. Speak soft and low.
Roxane.
No, you speak stupidly !
Christian.
Oh, pity me !
Roxane.
No ! you love me no more !
Christian
[prompted by Cyrano].
You say - Great Heaven !
I love no more ! - when - I - love more and more !
Roxane
[who was about to shut the casement, pausing].
Hold ! 'tis a trifle better ! ay, a trifle !
Christian
[same play].
Love grew apace, rocked by the anxious beating . . .
Of this poor heart, which the cruel wanton boy . . .
Took for a cradle !
