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.)