Christian, Cyrano. At back Roxane talking to Carbon and some cadets.
CHRISTIAN (calling toward Cyrano’s tent):
Cyrano!
CYRANO (reappearing, fully armed):
What? Why so pale?
CHRISTIAN:
She does not love me!
CYRANO:
What?
CHRISTIAN:
’Tis you she loves!
CYRANO:
No!
CHRISTIAN:
—For she loves me only for my soul!
CYRANO:
Truly?
CHRISTIAN:
Yes! Thus—you see, that soul is you,. . .
Therefore, ’tis you she loves!—And you—love her!