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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
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Roxane
[half-rising],
Again !
Christian
[eagerly, detaining her].
No no ! I love thee not !
Roxane
[reseating herself],
'Tis well
Christian.
But I adore thee !
Roxane
[rising, and going further off],
Oh!
Christian.
I am grown stupid !
Roxane
[drily],
And that displeases me, almost as much
As 'twould displease me if you grew ill-favoured.
Christian.
But ...
Roxane.
Rally your poor eloquence that's flown !
Christian.
I ...
Roxane.
Yes, you love me, that I know. Adieu.
[She goes towards her house.]
