ROXANE (_rising to call_). Come, Sister! CYRANO (_restraining her_). Leave me not to call for help! On your return, you would not find me here. (_The sisters have entered the chapel, and the organ begins to play._) I yearned for harmony; and now it's come! ROXANE. I love you, live! CYRANO. In fairy tales alone Can love dispel the curse of homeliness. You'd soon discover that I cannot change. ROXANE. You've suffered....and through me! CYRANO. Through you? Not so! I never knew a woman's gentleness. My mother found me homely. Sister, none; And as to lady-loves, they would have laughed At me. Through you, at least, I had a friend; Through you I've known the spell a gown can bring! LE BRET (_showing the moonlight through the trees_). Another friend of yours is there! CYRANO (_smiling to the moon_). I see. ROXANE. I loved but one, and here I lose him twice! CYRANO. And now, Le Bret, I'll mount, and reach the moon, Although I've not completed that machine.... LE BRET. Oh! speak not thus! CYRANO. Why not? 'Tis there, I say, That I'll be sent to seek for paradise. How many souls I love are there in bliss! Good Socrates and Galileo too! LE BRET (_indignant_). No! no! this is too stupid, too unjust! Such a poet! A heart so big and lofty! To die thus!.... To die!.... CYRANO. There is Le Bret growling again! LE BRET (_bursting into tears_). My dearest friend!.... CYRANO (_rising, with wildness in his eyes_). Fair Gascony's Cadets are they.... The elementary mass.... Why! yes!....--There is the rub.... LE BRET. Alas! delirious! CYRANO. Copernicus said.... ROXANE. Dreadful! dreadful! CYRANO. What the deuce was he doing, what the deuce was he doing in that galley?.... Philosopher and physicist, A rimester, swordsman and musician, A man who travelled in the air As prompt with parry as reply, A lover too--alas!--here lies Sir Hercules, Savinian De Cyrano de Bergerac, Who compassed all and still was naught. But I must leave! I would not cause a wait. Your pardon. See! the moon sends down for me!