CYRANO DE BERGERAC
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Roxane
[surprised at his voice ceasing, turns round, looks at him, and rising, terrified].
He swoons!
[She runs towards him crying.]
Cyrano!
Cyrano
[opening his eyes, in an unconcerned voice].
Cyrano!What is this?
[He sees Roxane bending over him, and, hastily pressing his hat on his head, and shrinking back in his chair.]
Cyrano! What is this?Nay, on my word
'Tis nothing! Let me be!
Roxane.
’Tis nothing! Let me be!But…
Cyrano.
That old wound
Of Arras, sometimes,—as you know…
Roxane.
Dear friend!
Cyrano.
'Tis nothing, 'twill pass soon;
[He smiles with an effort.]
See! it has passed!
Roxane.
Each of us has his wound; ay, I have mine,—
Never healed up—not healed yet, my old wound!
[She puts her hand on her breast.]
