CYRANO:
It is ill done to tempt me thus!
CHRISTIAN:
Too long I’ve borne about within myself
A rival to myself—I’ll make an end!
CYRANO:
Christian!
CHRISTIAN:
Our union, without witness—secret—
Clandestine—can be easily dissolved
If we survive.
CYRANO:
My God!—he still persists!
CHRISTIAN:
I will be loved myself—or not at all!
—I’ll go see what they do—there, at the end
Of the post: speak to her, and then let her choose
One of us two!
CYRANO:
It will be you.
CHRISTIAN:
Pray God!
(He calls):
Roxane!
CYRANO:
No! no!
ROXANE (coming up quickly):
What?