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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
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CHRISTIAN.
Ah, Sir ! If you but knew my admiration ! . . .
CYRANO.
But all those noses ? . . .
CHRISTIAN.
Oh ! I take them back t
CYRANO.
Roxane expects a letter.
CHRISTIAN.
Woe the day !
CYRANO.
How?
CHRISTIAN.
I am lost if I but ope my lips I
CYRANO.
Why so ?
CHRISTIAN.
I am a fool could die for shame !
CYRANO.
None is a fool who knows himself a fool
And you did not attack me like a fool.
CHRISTIAN.
Bah ! One finds battle-cry to lead th' assault!
I have a certain military wit,
But, before women, can but hold my tongue.
Their eyes ! True, when I pass, their eyes are kind . .
