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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
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Roxane.

Ay ! I am trembling, weeping ! - I am thine !
Thou hast conquered all of me !

Cyrano.

Then let death come !
'Tis I, 'tis I myself, who conquered thee !
One thing, but one, I dare to ask -

Christian

[under the balcony].

A kiss!

Roxane

[drawing back].

What?

Cyrano.

Oh!

Roxane.

You ask ... ?

Cyrano.

I ...

[To Christian, whispering.]

Fool ! you go too quick !

Christian.

Since she is moved thus I will profit by it !

Cyrano.

[to Roxane].

My words sprang thoughtlessly, but now I see -
Shame on me ! - I was too presumptuous.