CYRANO: Blessed be the moment when you condescend--

Remembering that humbly I exist--

To come to meet me, and to say. . .to tell?. . .

ROXANE (who has unmasked): To thank you first of all. That dandy count,

Whom you checkmated in brave sword-play

Last night,. . .he is the man whom a great lord,

Desirous of my favor. . .

CYRANO:Ha, De Guiche?

ROXANE (casting down her eyes): Sought to impose on me. . .for husband. . .

CYRANO: Ay! Husband!--dupe-husband!. . .Husband a la mode!

(Bowing): Then I fought, happy chance! sweet lady, not

For my ill favor--but your favors fair!

ROXANE: Confession next!. . .But, ere I make my shrift,

You must be once again that brother-friend

With whom I used to play by the lake-side!. . .

CYRANO: Ay, you would come each spring to Bergerac!

ROXANE: Mind you