(He clasps her to his breast and kisses her on the lips.)
CYRANO (aside).
What pinches so my heart?....
That kiss!.... a feast where I'm the Lazarus!....
Sweet feast, from thee there falls to me a crumb,
Since on the lips Roxane mistakes, alas!
She drinks the words that I just now pronounced!
(Sound of instruments.)
An air that's sad, a lively air!—The Monk!
(Affecting to run as if coming from a distance. In clear tone:)
Hello!
ROXANE.
What is it?
CYRANO.