That he had a heart large and brave, too deep to be fathomed by the crowd?
CYRANO (firmly).
Yes, Roxane!
ROXANE (throwing herself upon the body of Christian).
And he is dead!
CYRANO (aside, as he draws his sword).
And I to-day can but die, since, though she knows it not, it is for me she is weeping over him!
(Sound of trumpets in the distance.)
GUICHE (reappearing on the embankment, hatless, wounded in the forehead; with a voice of thunder).