Roxane
[rising and calling].
Sister! Sister!
Cyrano
[holding her fast].
Sister! Sister!Call no one. Leave me not;
When you come back, I should be gone for aye.
[The Nuns have all entered the chapel. The organ sounds.]
I was somewhat fain for music—hark! 'tis come!
Roxane.
Live, for I love you!
Cyrano.
Live, for I love you!No! In fairy-tales
When to the ill-starred Prince the lady says
'I love you!' all his ugliness fades fast—
But I remain the same, up to the last!
Roxane.
I have marred your life—I, I!
Cyrano.
Never on me had rested woman's love.
My mother even could not find me fair;
I had no sister; and, when grown a man,
I feared the mistress who would mock at me.
But I have had your friendship—grace to you
A woman's charm has passed across my path.
