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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
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Roxane
[startled].
What ! the Guards ?
De guiche.
Ay, where serves your cousin, the swaggering boaster. I will find a way to revenge myself on him at Arras.
Roxane
[choking].
What mean you ? The Guards go to Arras ?
De guiche
[laughing],
Bethink you, is it not my own regiment ?
Roxane
[falling seated on the bench aside],
Christian !
De guiche.
What ails you ?
Roxane
[moved deeply],
Oh I am in despair ! The man one loves ! - at the war !
De guiche
[surprised and delighted],
You say such sweet words to me ! 'Tis the first time ! and just when I must quit you !
