CHRISTIAN:
And how know you I cannot speak?—
I am not such a fool when all is said!
I’ve by your lessons profited. You’ll see
I shall know how to speak alone! The devil!
I know at least to clasp her in my arms!
(Seeing Roxane come out from Clomire’s house):
—It is she! Cyrano, no!—Leave me not!
CYRANO (bowing):
Speak for yourself, my friend, and take your chance.
(He disappears behind the garden wall.)
[Scene 3.V.]
Christian, Roxane, the duenna.
ROXANE (coming out of Clomire’s house, with a company of friends, whom she leaves. Bows and good-byes):
Barthenoide!—Alcandre!—Gremione!—
THE DUENNA (bitterly disappointed):
We’ve missed the speech upon the Tender Passion!
(Goes into Roxane’s house.)
ROXANE (still bowing):
Urimedonte—adieu!
(All bow to Roxane and to each other, and then separate, going up different streets. Roxane suddenly seeing Christian):
You!
(She goes to him):
Evening falls.
Let’s sit. Speak on. I listen.
CHRISTIAN (sits by her on the bench. A silence):
Oh! I love you!