Act IV. Scene 9
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!
CHRISTIAN: 'Tis you she loves!
CHRISTIAN: — For she loves me only for my soul!
CHRISTIAN: Yes! Thus — you see, that soul is you, . . . Therefore, 'tis you she loves! — And you — love her!
CHRISTIAN: Oh, I know it!
CYRANO: Ay, 'tis true!
CHRISTIAN: You love To madness!
CYRANO: Ay! and worse!
CHRISTIAN: Then tell her so!
CHRISTIAN: And why not?
CYRANO: Look at my face! — be answered!
CHRISTIAN: She'd love me — were I ugly.
CYRANO: Said she so?
CHRISTIAN: Ay! in those words!
CYRANO: I'm glad she told you that! But pooh! — believe it not! I am well pleased She thought to tell you. Take it not for truth. Never grow ugly: — she'd reproach me then!
CHRISTIAN: That I intend discovering!
CYRANO: No! I beg!
CHRISTIAN: Ay! she shall choose between us! — Tell her all!
CYRANO: No! no! I will not have it! Spare me this!
CHRISTIAN: Because my face is haply fair, shall I Destroy your happiness? 'Twere too unjust!
CYRANO: And I, — because by Nature's freak I have The gift to say — all that perchance you feel. Shall I be fatal to your happiness?
CHRISTIAN: Tell all!
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!
CHRISTIAN: Or 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?
CHRISTIAN: Cyrano has things Important for your ear . . .
(She hastens to Cyrano. Christian goes out.)