(returning to his senses, and lightly)
It would amuse me!
A trial this to tempt a poet. Come!
We shall complete each other, if you will.
You'll walk, and I'll be near you in the shade!
I'll be the breath, and you shall be the form!
CHRISTIAN.
But that letter she expects. I cannot write it....
CYRANO (taking from his doublet the letter he wrote a while before).
Your letter?.... Here it is!
CHRISTIAN.
How is this?
CYRANO.