ROXANE (drawing back):
What?
CYRANO:
Oh!
ROXANE:
You ask. . .?
CYRANO:
I. . .
(To Christian, whispering):
Fool! you go too quick!
CHRISTIAN:
Since she is moved thus—I will profit by it!
CYRANO (to Roxane):
My words sprang thoughtlessly, but now I see—
Shame on me!—I was too presumptuous.
ROXANE (a little chilled):
How quickly you withdraw.
CYRANO:
Yes, I withdraw
Without withdrawing! Hurt I modesty?
If so—the kiss I asked—oh, grant it not.
CHRISTIAN (to Cyrano, pulling him by his cloak):
Why?
CYRANO:
Silence, Christian! Hush!