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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
Carbon
[with sword in the air].
They come! Your muskets!
[Followed by the Cadets, he passes to the other side of the ramparts.]
Roxane.
They come! Your muskets! Christian!
The Voice of Carbon
[from the other side].
They come! Your muskets! Christian! Ho! make haste!
Roxane.
Christian!
Carbon.
Christian! Form line!
Roxane.
Christian! Form line! Christian!
Carbon.
Christian! Form line! Christian! Handle your match!
[Ragueneau rushes up, bringing water in a helmet.]
Christian
[in a dying voice].
Roxane!
Cyrano
[quickly, whispering into Christian's ear, while Roxane distractedly tears a piece of linen from his breast, which she dips into the water, trying to stanch the bleeding].
Roxane! I told her all. She loves you still.
[Christian closes hit eyes.]
