CYRANO:
That may be called a sudden sentiment!
CHRISTIAN:
I ask your pardon. . .
CYRANO (looking at him, with his hand on his shoulder):
True, he’s fair, the villain!
CHRISTIAN:
Ah, Sir! If you but knew my admiration!. . .
CYRANO:
But all those noses?. . .
CHRISTIAN:
Oh! I take them back!
CYRANO:
Roxane expects a letter.
CHRISTIAN:
Woe the day!
CYRANO:
How?
CHRISTIAN:
I am lost if I but ope my lips!