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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
Cyrano
[sitting by her].
So soft! so gay maternal-sweet!
Roxane.
And tell me while I wipe away the blood,
How many 'gainst you?
Cyrano.
Oh! a hundred—near.
Roxane.
Come, tell me!
Cyrano.
No, let be. But you, come tell
The thing, just now, you dared not…
Roxane
[keeping his hand].
Now, I dare!
The scent of those old days emboldens me!
Yes, now I dare. Listen. I am in love.
Cyrano.
Ah!…
Roxane.
But with one who knows not.
Cyrano.
Ah!…
Roxane.
Not yet.
