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.)