Hush! hush! he did well!....
(to Ragueneau).
The scene was very effective, was it not?
RAGUENEAU (sobbing).
Oh! sir, what a laugh! what a laugh! through the whole audience!
CYRANO.
My life, you see, is all in this: I've been
The one who prompts—and ever is forgot!
(to Roxane).
Do you recall the night when Christian spoke
His love for you—beneath your balcony?
The words were mine, and mine the fondest thoughts;
But I remained below, unknown, in darkness, while
Another went aloft to gather light and love!
'Tis justice, and my dying breath approves;
Molière has genius, Christian's beauty won.
(The chapel bell sounds. Sisters pass in the rear, going to evening service.)