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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
A few steps from the house, when I saw him
Go out. I hurried to him. Saw him turn
The corner… suddenly, from out a window
Where he was passing—was it chance?… may be!
A lackey let fall a large piece of wood.
Le Bret.
Cowards! O Cyrano!
Ragueneau.
Cowards! O Cyrano!I ran—I saw…
Le Bret.
'Tis hideous!
Ragueneau.
Saw our poet, Sir—our friend—
Struck to the ground,–a large wound in his head!
Le Bret.
He's dead?
Ragueneau.
No–but–I bore him to his room…
Ah! his room! What a thing to see!—that garret!
Le Bret.
He suffers?
Ragueneau.
No, his consciousness has flown.
Le Bret.
Saw you a doctor?
