CYRANO DE BERGERAC
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Ragueneau.
One was kind—he came.
Le Bret.
My poor Cyrano!—We must not tell this
To Roxane suddenly.—What said this leech?—
Ragueneau.
Said,—what, I know not—fever, meningitis!—
Ah! could you see him—all his head bound up!—
But let us haste!—There's no one by his bed!—
And if he try to rise, Sir, he might die!
Ragueneau.
[dragging him towards the right].
Come! Through the chapel! 'Tis the quickest way.
Roxane.
[appearing on the steps, and seeing Le Bret go away by the colonnade leading to the chapel door].
Monsieur le Bret!
[Le Bret and Ragueneau disappear without answering].
Le Bret goes—when I call!
'Tis some new trouble of good Ragueneau's.
[She descends the steps.]
