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.)