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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
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SCENE VIII
Cyrano, Christian.
Christian.
Oh ! win for me that kiss. . . .
Cyrano.
No!
Christian.
Soon or late ! . . ,
Cyrano.
'Tis true ! The moment of intoxication -
Of madness, - when your mouths are sure to meet,
Thanks to your fair moustache - and her rose lips !
[To himself.]
I'd fainer it should come, thanks to ...
[A sound of shutters re-opening. Christian goes in again under the balcony.]
SCENE IX
Cyrano, Christian, Roxane.
Roxane
[coming out on balcony],
Still there ?
We spoke of a . .
Cyrano.
A kiss ! The word is sweet.
I see not why your lip should shrink from it ;
If the word burns it, - what would the kiss do ?
Oh ! let it not your bashfulness affright ;
Have you not, all this time, insensibly,
