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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
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Roxane.
In telling his love ? why, 'tis not simple telling, 'tis dissertation, 'tis analysis !
Cyrano.
How is he with the pen ?
Roxane.
Still better ! Listen, - here : -
[Reciting.]
' The more of my poor heart you take
The larger grows my heart ! '
[Triumphantly to Cyrano.]
How like you those lines ?
Cyrano.
Pooh!
Roxane.
And thus it goes on ...
' And, since some target I must show
For Cupid's cruel dart,
Oh, if mine own you deign to keep,
Then give me your sweet heart !
Cyrano.
Lord ! first he has too much, then anon not enough ! How much heart does the fellow want ?
Roxane.
You would vex a saint ! . . . But 'tis your jealousy
Cyrano
[starting],
What mean you ?
