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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
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Roxane.

Will ever see it finished!I was sure
To hear that well-known jest!

[A light breeze causes the leaves to fall.]

Cyrano.

The autumn leaves!

Roxane

[lifting her head, and looking down the distant alley].

Soft golden brown, like a Venetian's hair.
—See how they fall!

Cyrano.

Ay, see how brave they fall,

In their last journey downward from the bough,
To rot within the clay; yet, lovely still,
Hiding the horror of the last decay,
With all the wayward grace of careless flight!

Roxane.

What, melancholy—you?

Cyrano

[collecting himself].

Nay, nay, Roxane!

Roxane.

Then let the dead leaves fall the way they will…
And chat. What, have you nothing new to tell,
My Court Gazette?

Cyrano.

My Court Gazette?Listen.

Roxane.

My Court Gazette? Listen.Ah!