....As a mate
For life, by one who says he loves me....
CYRANO.
Guiche!....
Who's good at scheming thus....
(saluting)
So then I fought,
Not for my nose, but for your smiling eyes.
ROXANE.
And then I wished.... but the admission needs
That I should find in you.... the brother that
You were of yore....when we were children both.
CYRANO.
When Bergerac was our summer ground....
ROXANE.