Roxane!....
CYRANO (quickly and in a low tone, in the ear of Christian, while Roxane, frantic, dips into the water of the helmet a piece of linen which she has torn from her breast).
I told her all! and it is you she still loves!
(Christian closes his eyes.)
ROXANE.
What is it, my love?
CARBON.
Ramrods.... high!
ROXANE (to Cyrano).
He is not dead?....