CYRANO DE BERGERAC
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Roxane.
How, my sweet love?
Carbon.
How, my sweet love? Draw ramrods!
Roxane
[to Cyrano].
How, my sweet love? Draw ramrods! He is not dead?
Carbon.
Open your charges with your teeth!
Roxane.
Open your charges with your teeth! His cheek
Grows cold against my own!
Carbon.
Grows cold against my own!Ready! Present!
Roxane
[seeing a letter in Christian's doublet].
A letter!…
A letter!… 'Tis for me!
[She opens it.]
Cyrano
[aside].
A letter!… 'Tis for me! My letter!
Carbon.
A letter!… 'Tis for me! My letter! Fire!
[Musket reports—shouts—noise of battle.]
Cyrano
[trying to disengage his hand, which Roxane on her knees is holding].
But, Roxane, hark, they fight!
