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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
Cyrano
[reappearing, fully armed].
Dear Christian!… Cyrano! What? Why so pale?
Christian.
She does not love me!
Cyrano.
She does not love me! What?
Christian.
She does not love me! What? 'Tis you she loves!
Cyrano.
No!
Christian.
No! —For she loves me only for my soul!
Cyrano.
Truly?
Christian.
Truly? Yes! Thus—you see, that soul is you,…
Therefore, 'tis you she loves!—And you—love her!
Cyrano.
I?
Christian.
I? Oh, I know it!
Cyrano.
I? Oh, I know it! Ay, 'tis true!
Christian.
I? Oh, I know it! Ay, ’tis true! You love
To madness!
