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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
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Christian.
Ah, Roxane !
[He takes her in his arms, and bends over her lips.]
Cyrano.
Aie ! Strange pain that wings my heart !
The kiss, love's feast, so near ! I, Lazarus,
Lie at the gate in darkness. Yet to me
Falls still a crumb or two from the rich man's board -
Ay, 'tis my heart receives thee, Roxane - mine !
For on the lips you press you kiss as well
The words I spoke just now ! - my words - my words!
[The lutes play.]
A sad air, a gay air : the monk !
[He begins to run as if he came from a long way off, and cries out.]
Hola!
Roxane.
Who is it ?
Cyrano.
I - I was but passing by ...
Is Christian there ?
Christian
[astonished].
Cyrano!
Roxane.
Good-day, cousin !
Cyrano.
Cousin, good-day !
