Act V, Scene iv | Roxane alone. Two sisters, for a moment. |
| ROXANE: |  Ah! what a beauty in September's close! | | My sorrow's eased. April's joy dazzled it, | | But autumn wins it with her dying calm. | | (She seats herself at the embroidery frame. Two sisters come out of the | | house, and bring a large armchair under the tree): | | There comes the famous armchair where he sits, | | Dear faithful friend! |
| SISTER MARTHA: | | It is the parlor's best! |
| ROXANE: | | Thanks, sister. | | (The sisters go): | | He'll be here now. | | (She seats herself. A clock strikes): | | The hour strikes. | | —My silks?—Why, now, the hour's struck! | | How strange | | To be behind his time, at last, to-day! | | Perhaps the portress—where's my thimble?. . . | | Here!—Is preaching to him. | | (A pause): | | Yes, she must be preaching! | | Surely he must come soon!—Ah, a dead leaf!— | | (She brushes off the leaf from her work): | | Nothing, besides, could—scissors?—In my bag! | | —Could hinder him. . . |
| A SISTER (coming to the steps): | | Monsieur de Bergerac. |
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