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CYRANO DE BERGERAC
Le Bret
[pointing to the moon, which is seen between the trees].
Your other lady-love is come.
Cyrano
[smiling].
Your other lady-love is come.I see.
Roxane.
I loved but once, yet twice I lose my love!
Cyrano.
Hark you, Le Bret! I soon shall reach the moon.
To-night, alone, with no projectile's aid!…
Le Bret.
What are you saying!
Cyrano.
What are you saying!I tell you, it is there,
There, that they send me for my Paradise,
There I shall find at last the souls I love,
In exile,—Galileo—Socrates!
Le Bret
[rebelliously].
No, no! It is too clumsy, too unjust!
So great a heart! So great a poet! Die
Like this? what, die…?
Cyrano.
Hark to Le Bret, who scolds.
