CYRANO DE BERGERAC
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Le Bret
[weeping].
Dear friend…
Cyrano
[starting up, his eyes wild].
Dear friend…What ho! Cadets of Gascony!
The elemental mass—ah yes! the hic…
Le Bret.
His science—still he raves!
Cyrano.
His science—still he raves!Copernicus
Said…
Roxane.
Said…Oh!
Cyrano.
Said… Oh!Mais que diable allait-il faire,
Mais que diable allait-il faire dans cette galère?…
Philosopher, metaphysician,
Rhymer, brawler, and musician,
Famed for his lunar expedition,
And the unnumbered duels he fought,—
And lover also,—by interposition!—
Here lies Hercule Savinien
De Cyrano de Bergerac.
Who was everything, yet was nought.
I cry you pardon, but I may not stay;
See, the moon-ray that comes to call me hence!
[He has fallen back in his chair; the sobs of Roxane recall him to reality; he looks long at her, and, touching her veil.]
I would not bid you mourn less faithfully
