CYRANO DE BERGERAC
95
Roxane.
In those days you did everything I bid!…
Cyrano.
Roxane, in her short frock, was Madeleine…
Roxane.
Was I fair then?
Cyrano.
You were not ill to see!
Roxane.
Ofttimes, with hands all bloody from a fall,
You'd run to me! Then—aping mother-ways—
I, in a voice would-be severe, would chide,—
[She takes his hand.]
'What is this scratch, again, that I see here?'
[She starts, surprised.]
Oh! 'tis too much! What's this?
[Cyrano tries to draw away his hand.]
No, let me see!
At your age, fie!—Where did you get that scratch?
Cyrano.
I got it—playing at the Porte de Nesle.
Roxane
[seating herself by the table, and dipping her handkerchief in a glass of water].
Give here!
