CYRANO.
May Death then come along,
Since rapture's born of me, of me alone!
What more can I expect of life?—
CHRISTIAN (under the balcony).
A kiss!
ROXANE (falling back).
What?
CYRANO.
Oh!
ROXANE.
CYRANO.
May Death then come along,
Since rapture's born of me, of me alone!
What more can I expect of life?—
CHRISTIAN (under the balcony).
A kiss!
ROXANE (falling back).
What?
CYRANO.
Oh!
ROXANE.