CYRANO DE BERGERAC
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Roxane.
What says he? Cyrano!—His head all bound!
Ah, what has chanced? How?—Who?…
Cyrano.
'To be struck down,
Pierced by a sword i' the heart, from a hero's hand!'
That I had dreamed. O mockery of Fate!
—Killed, I! of all men—in an ambuscade!
Struck from behind, and by a lackey's hand!
'Tis very welL I am foiled, foiled in all,
Even in my death.
Ragueneau.
Even in my death.Ah, Monsieur!…
Cyrano
[holding out his hand to him].
Ragueneau,
Weep not so bitterly!… What do you now,
Old comrade?
Ragueneau
[amid his tears].
…Trim the lights for Molière's stage.
Cyrano.
Molière!
Ragueneau.
Molière!Yes, but I shall leave to-morrow.
I cannot bear it!—Yesterday, they played
Scapin—I saw he'd thieved a scene from you!
Le Bret.
What! a whole scene?
