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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
them, she says, very slowly, with clasped hands,]
And, fourteen years long, he has played this part
Of the kind old friend who comes to laugh and chat!
Cyrano.
Roxane!
Roxane.
Roxane!'Twas you!
Cyrano.
Roxane! ’Twas you!No, never; Roxane, no!
Roxane.
I should have guessed, each time he said my name!
Cyrano.
No; it was not I!
Roxane.
No; it was not I!It was you!
Cyrano.
No; it was not I! It was you!I swear!
Roxane.
I see through all the generous counterfeit—
The letters—you!
Cyrano.
The letters—you!No.
Roxane.
The sweet, mad, love-words!
You!
Cyrano.
You!No!
