Cyrano de Bergerac
ROXANE (sinks down upon the breast of CHRISTIAN.)
He is dead now…
CYRANO (aside; draws his sword.)
Why, so am I –
For I am dead, and my love mourns for me
And does not know…
On his letter – blood…and tears….
His blood…his tears… (IV. 539 – 542)
(She comes near him, softly, without his seeing her; passes the chair, leans over
silently, looking at the letter. The darkness increases.)
" – I am never away from you. Even now,
I shall not leave you. In another world,
I shall be still that one who loves you, loves you
Beyond measure, beyond – "
ROXANE (lays her hand on his shoulder.)
How can you read
Now? It is dark…
(He starts, turns, and sees her there close to him. A little movement of surprise,
almost of fear; then he bows his head. A long pause; then in the twilight now completely
fallen, she says very softly, clasping her hands.)
And all these fourteen years,
He has been the old friend, who came to me
To be amusing.
It was you. (V. 244-250)
I never loved you –
You loved me.
No – He loved you –
You love me!
CYRANO (His voice weakens.)
And why…so great a "No"?
No, no, my own dear love, I love you not!...
How many things have died…and are newborn!...
Why were you silent for so many years,
All the while, every night and every day,
He gave me nothing – you knew that – You knew
Here, in this letter lying on my breast,
Your tears – You knew they were your tears –
CYRANO (holds the letter out to her.)
Was his. (V. 258-268)