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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
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Cyrano
[moved].
Her window !
Christian.
Oh! I shall die!
Cyrano.
Speak lower !
Christian
[in a whisper].
I shall die !
Cyrano.
The night is dark . . .
Christian.
Well!
Cyrano.
All can be repaired.
Although you merit not. Stand there, poor wretch
Fronting the balcony ! I'll go beneath
And prompt your words to you . . .
Christian.
But . . .
Cyrano.
Hold your tongue !
THE Pages
[reappearing at back - to Cyrano].
Ho!
Cyrano.
Hush !
[He signs to them to speak softly.]
