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Act IV, Scene ix | CHRISTIAN (calling toward Cyrano's tent): |  Cyrano! |
| CYRANO (reappearing, fully armed): | | What? Why so pale? |
| CHRISTIAN: | | She does not love me! |
| CYRANO: | | What? |
| CHRISTIAN: | | 'Tis you she loves! |
| CYRANO: | | No! |
| CHRISTIAN: | | —For she loves me only for my soul! |
| CYRANO: | | Truly? |
| CHRISTIAN: | | Yes! Thus—you see, that soul is you,. . . | | Therefore, 'tis you she loves!—And you—love her! |
| CYRANO: | | I? |
| CHRISTIAN: | | Oh, I know it! |
| CYRANO: | | Ay, 'tis true! |
| CHRISTIAN: | | You love | | To madness! |
| CYRANO: | | Ay! and worse! |
| CHRISTIAN: | | Then tell her so! |
| CYRANO: | | No! |
| CHRISTIAN: | | And why not? |
| CYRANO: | | Look at my face!—be answered! |
| CHRISTIAN: | | She'd love me—were I ugly. |
| CYRANO: | | Said she so? |
| CHRISTIAN: | | Ay! in those words! |
| CYRANO: | | I'm glad she told you that! | | But pooh!—believe it not! I am well pleased | | She thought to tell you. Take it not for truth. | | Never grow ugly:—she'd reproach me then! |
| CHRISTIAN: | | That I intend discovering! |
| CYRANO: | | No! I beg! |
| CHRISTIAN: | | Ay! she shall choose between us!—Tell her all! |
| CYRANO: | | No! no! I will not have it! Spare me this! |
| CHRISTIAN: | | Because my face is haply fair, shall I | | Destroy your happiness? 'Twere too unjust! |
| CYRANO: | | And I,—because by Nature's freak I have | | The gift to say—all that perchance you feel. | | Shall I be fatal to your happiness? |
| CHRISTIAN: | | Tell all! |
| CYRANO: | | It is ill done to tempt me thus! |
| CHRISTIAN: | | Too long I've borne about within myself | | A rival to myself—I'll make an end! |
| CYRANO: | | Christian! |
| CHRISTIAN: | | Or union, without witness—secret— | | Clandestine—can be easily dissolved | | If we survive. |
| CYRANO: | | My God!—he still persists! |
| CHRISTIAN: | | I will be loved myself—or not at all! | | —I'll go see what they do—there, at the end | | Of the post: speak to her, and then let her choose | | One of us two! |
| CYRANO: | | It will be you. |
| CHRISTIAN: | | Pray God! | | (He calls): | | Roxane! |
| CYRANO: | | No! no! |
| ROXANE (coming up quickly): | | What? |
| CHRISTIAN: | | Cyrano has things | | Important for your ear. . . |
| (She hastens to Cyrano. Christian goes out.) |
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