Act IV. Scene 10
Roxane, Cyrano. Then Le Bret, Carbon de Castel-Jaloux, the cadets, Ragueneau, De Guiche, etc.
ROXANE: Important, how?
CYRANO (in despair. to Roxane): He's gone! 'Tis naught! — Oh, you know how he sees Importance in a trifle!
ROXANE (warmly): Did he doubt Of what I said? — Ah, yes, I saw he doubted!
CYRANO (taking her hand): But are you sure you told him all the truth?
ROXANE: Yes, I would love him were he . . .
CYRANO: Does that word Embarrass you before my face, Roxane?
ROXANE: I . . .
CYRANO (smiling sadly): 'Twill not hurt me! Say it! If he were Ugly! . . .
ROXANE: Yes, ugly! (Musket report outside): Hark! I hear a shot!
CYRANO (ardently): Hideous!
ROXANE: Hideous! yes!
ROXANE: He could not be grotesque to me!
CYRANO: You'd love the same? . . .
ROXANE: The same — nay, even more!
CYRANO (losing command over himself — aside): My God! it's true, perchance, love waits me there! (To Roxane): I . . . Roxane . . . listen . . .
LE BRET (entering hurriedly — to Cyrano): Cyrano!
CYRANO (turning round): What?
LE BRET: Hush!
(He whispers something to him.)
CYRANO (letting go Roxane's hand and exclaiming): Ah, God!
ROXANE: What is it?
CYRANO (to himself — stunned): All is over now.
ROXANE: What is the matter? Hark! another shot!
(She goes up to look outside.)
CYRANO: It is too late, now I can never tell!
ROXANE (trying to rush out): What has chanced?
CYRANO (rushing to stop her): Nothing!
(Some cadets enter, trying to hide something they are carrying, and close round it to prevent Roxane approaching.)
ROXANE: And those men? (Cyrano draws her away): What were you just about to say before . . . ?
CYRANO: What was I saying? Nothing now, I swear! (Solemnly): I swear that Christian's soul, his nature, were . . . (Hastily correcting himself): Nay, that they are, the noblest, greatest . . .
ROXANE: Were? (With a loud scream): Oh!
(She rushes up, pushing every one aside.)
CYRANO: All is over now!
ROXANE (seeing Christian lying on the ground, wrapped in his cloak): O Christian!
LE BRET (to Cyrano): Struck by first shot of the enemy!
(Roxane flings herself down by Christian. Fresh reports of cannon — clash of arms — clamor — beating of drums.)
CARBON (with sword in the air): O come! Your muskets.
(Followed by the cadets, he passes to the other side of the ramparts.)
THE VOICE OF CARBON (from the other side): Ho! make haste!
CARBON: FORM LINE!
CARBON: HANDLE YOUR MATCH!
(Ragueneau rushes up, bringing water in a helmet.)
CHRISTIAN (in a dying voice): Roxane!