Scene 3.VIII.
Cyrano, Christian.
CHRISTIAN:
Oh! win for me that kiss . . .
CYRANO:
No!
CHRISTIAN:
Soon or late! . . .
CYRANO:
'Tis true! The moment of intoxication -
Of madness, - when your mouths are sure to meet
Thanks to your fair mustache - and her rose lips!
(To himself):
I'd fainer it should come thanks to . . .
(A sound of shutters reopening. Christian goes in again under the balcony.)
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