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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
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Roxane.
Ay ! I am trembling, weeping ! - I am thine !
Thou hast conquered all of me !
Cyrano.
Then let death come !
'Tis I, 'tis I myself, who conquered thee !
One thing, but one, I dare to ask -
Christian
[under the balcony].
A kiss!
Roxane
[drawing back].
What?
Cyrano.
Oh!
Roxane.
You ask ... ?
Cyrano.
I ...
[To Christian, whispering.]
Fool ! you go too quick !
Christian.
Since she is moved thus I will profit by it !
Cyrano.
[to Roxane].
My words sprang thoughtlessly, but now I see -
Shame on me ! - I was too presumptuous.