dly--to Cyrano):
Cyrano!

CYRANO (turning round):
What?

LE BRET:
Hush!

(He whispers something to him.)

CYRANO (letting go Roxane's hand and exclaiming):
Ah, God!

ROXANE:
What is it?

CYRANO (to himself--stunned):
All is over now.

(Renewed reports.)

ROXANE:
What is the matter? Hark! another shot!

(She goes up to look outside.)

CYRANO:
It is too late, now I can never tell!

ROXANE (trying to rush out):
What has chanced?

CYRANO (rushing to stop her):
Nothing!

(Some cadets enter, trying to hide something they are carrying, and close
round it to prevent Roxane approaching.)

ROXANE:
And those men?
(Cyrano draws her away):
What were you just about to say before. . .?

CYRANO:
What was I saying? Nothing now, I swear!
(Solemnly):
I swear that Christian's soul, his nature, were. . .
(Hastily correcting himself):
Nay, that they are, the noblest, greatest. . .

ROXANE:
Were?
(With a loud scream):
Oh!

(She rushes up, pushing every one aside.)

CYRANO:
All is over now!

ROXANE (seeing Christian lying on the ground, wrapped in his cloak):
O Christian!

LE BRET (to Cyrano):
Struck by first shot of the enemy!

(Roxane flings herself down by Christian. Fresh reports of cannon--clash of
arms--clamor--beating of drums.)

CARBON (with sword in the air):
O come! Your muskets.

(Followed by the cadets, he passes to the other side of the ramparts.)

ROXANE:
Christian!

THE VOICE OF CARBON (from the other side):
Ho! make haste!

ROXANE:
Christian!

CARBON:
FORM LINE!

ROXANE:
Christian!

CARBON:
HANDLE YOUR MATCH!

(Ragueneau rushes up, bringing water in a helmet.)

CHRISTIAN (in a dying voice):
Roxane!

CYRANO (quickly, whispering into Christian's ear, while Roxane distractedly
tears a piece of linen from his breast, which she dips into the water, trying
to stanch the bleeding):
I told her all. She loves you still.

(Christian closes his eyes.)

ROXANE:
How, my sweet love?

CARBON:
DRAW RAMRODS!

ROXANE (to Cyrano):
He is not dead?

CARBON:
OPEN YOUR CHARGES WITH YOUR TEETH!

ROXANE:
His cheek
Grows cold against my own!

CARBON:
READY! PRESENT!

ROXANE (seeing a letter in Christian's doublet):
A letter!. . .
'Tis for me!

(She opens it.)

CYRANO (aside):
My letter!

CARBON:
FIRE!

(Musket reports--shouts--noise of battle.)

CYRANO (trying to diseng