Cyrano de Bergerac
But Cyrano? What will you do to him?
Order him into danger? He loves that!
I know what I should do.
Leave him here
With his Cadets, while all the regiment
Goes on to glory! That would torture him –
To sit all through the war with folded arms –
I know his nature. If you hate that man,
Strike at his self-esteem.
Oh woman – woman!
Who but a woman would have thought of this?
He’ll eat his heart out, while his Gascon friends
Bite their nails all day long in Paris here.
And you will be avenged! (III. 99-110)
You love me then,
Making my enemies your own,
Hating them – I should like to see in that
A sign of love, Roxane.
Perhaps it is one…(III. 110-113)
- Oh, but to-night, now, I dare say these things –
I…to you…and you hear them!...It is too much!
In my most sweet unreasonable dreams,
I have not hoped for this! Now let me die,
Having lived. It is my voice, mine, my own,
That makes you tremble there in the green gloom
Above me (III. 328-334)