I know all that is needful. Here's occasion For you to deck yourself with glory. Come, Lose no time; put away those sulky looks, Come to your house with me, I'll teach you. . .
No!
Why?
I will wait for Roxane here.
How? Crazy? Come quick with me and learn. . .
No, no! I say. I am aweary of these borrowed letters, -- Borrowed love-makings! Thus to act a part, And tremble all the time! -- 'Twas well enough At the beginning! -- Now I know she loves! I fear no longer! -- I will speak myself.
Mercy!
And how know you I cannot speak? -- I am not such a fool when all is said! I've by your lessons profited. You'll see I shall know how to speak alone! The devil! I know at least to clasp her in my arms! (Seeing Roxane come out from Clomire's house) -- It is she! Cyrano, no! -- Leave me not!
Speak for yourself, my friend, and take your chance.
[(He disappears behind the garden wall.)]