CYRANO (reading).
"Roxane, farewell! The time of death has come;
This eve, I think, belovèd, is my last.
My soul's still rich in unexpressèd love,
And I must die! My dazzled eyes no more,
My eyes for which you were...."
ROXANE.
Why! how you read
His lines!....
CYRANO (continuing).
".... for which you were a thrilling feast,
No more will drink your ev'ry motion, dear.
There's one that I recall, so truly yours,
To smooth your hair, and I would cry aloud...."
ROXANE.
How can you know?....
(Darkness comes on by degrees.)