You did, for each of your denials is lower than the one before!
CYRANO.
No, no, my dearest, no, I loved you not!
ROXANE.
How many things are dead!.... how many born!....
—Oh! through these years why were you silent thus,
Since on these lines, not his by word or thought,
The tears were yours?
CYRANO.
Because the blood is his!
ROXANE.
Why then allow a silence that's sublime
To break as now?
CYRANO.