Christian.
Christian! Roxane! Alas!At least, I'd send
My heart's farewell to her in a fair letter!…
Cyrano.
I had suspicion it would be to-day,
[He draws a letter out of hit doublet.]
And had already writ…
Christian.
And had already writ…Show!
Cyrano.
And had already writ… Show!Will you…?
Christian
[taking the letter].
And had already writ… Show! Will you…?Ay!
[He opens and reads it.]
Hold!
Cyrano.
Hold!What?
Christian.
Hold! What?This little spot!
Cyrano
[taking the letter, with an innocent look].
Hold! What? This little spot!A spot?
Christian.
Hold! What? This little spot! A spot?A tear!
Cyrano.
Poets, at last,—by dint of counterfeiting—
Take counterfeit for true—that is the charm!
This farewell letter,—it was passing sad,
I wept myself in writing it!
