Cyrano
[aside—drawing his sword].
Dead, my love! Ay, and let me die to-day,
Since, all unconscious, she mourns me in him!
[Sounds of trumpets in the distance.]
De Guiche
It is the signal! Trumpet flourishes!
The French bring the provisions into camp!
Hold but the place a while!
Roxane.
Hold but the place a while! See, there is blood
Upon the letter—tears!
A Voice
[outside—shouting].
Upon the letter—tears! Surrender!
Voice of Cadets.
Upon the letter—tears! Surrender! No!
Ragueneau
[standing on the top of his carriage, watches the battle over the edge of the ramparts].
The danger's ever greater!
Cyrano
[to De Guiche pointing to Roxane].
The danger’s ever greater! I will charge!
Take her away!
Roxane
[kissing the letter in a half-extinguished voice].
Take her away! O God! his tears! his blood!…
