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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
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Roxane.
And you
Are fair as Buckingham !
Cyrano
[aside - suddenly cooled],
True, I forgot !
Roxane.
Must I then bid thee mount to cull this flower ? . . .
Cyrano
[pushing Christian towards the balcony].
Mount !
Roxane.
This heart-breathing ! ...
Cyrano.
Mount !
Roxane.
This brush of bee's wing ! . . .
Cyrano.
Mount !
Christian
[hesitating].
But I feel now, as though 'twere ill done !
Roxane.
This moment infinite ! . . .
Cyrano
[still pushing him].
Come, blockhead, mount !
[Christian springs forward, and by means of the bench, the branches, and the pillars, climbs to the balcony and strides over it.]
