CHRISTIAN. I.... ROXANE. Yes, I know, you love me. Farewell! (_She goes toward the door._) CHRISTIAN. Do not go! Let me tell you.... ROXANE (_opening her door_). That you adore me?.... But I know it already. No! no! you had better leave me! CHRISTIAN. But hear me, Roxane.... (_She closes the door in his face._) CYRANO (_who has just appeared without being seen_). Quite a success! _SCENE VI._ CHRISTIAN, CYRANO, THE PAGES, _a moment_. CHRISTIAN. Help! help! CYRANO. No, Sir! CHRISTIAN. I'll die if she does not this moment relent.... CYRANO. What can I do? This very moment drum into you.... CHRISTIAN (_clasping Cyrano's arm_). See! There she comes! (_Light in the balcony window._) CYRANO (_moved_). Her window! CHRISTIAN. Help me! Or I'll die! CYRANO. Speak lower! CHRISTIAN (_whispering_). It is life or death to me! CYRANO. The night is dark.... CHRISTIAN. Well, speak! CYRANO. The harm can be undone. You do not deserve it, you wretch!....but stand there before the balcony! I'll remain beneath it--and prompt you! CHRISTIAN. But, my friend.... CYRANO. Obey orders! THE PAGES (_in the rear, to Cyrano_). Hep! CYRANO (_silencing them_). Hush! FIRST PAGE (_in a whisper_). We have serenaded Montfleury. CYRANO (_in a whisper, quickly to Pages_). You, stand on this corner....and you, on that one. If anyone comes along, play an air. SECOND PAGE. What sort of air would suit Gassendi? CYRANO. Lively for a woman; for a man a sad one! (_Pages disappear, taking two different streets._) (_To Christian_) Now, call her! CHRISTIAN (_calling_). Roxane. CYRANO (_picking up a few pebbles that he throws against the window_). Wait! A few pebbles. ROXANE (_half opening her window_). Who calls me? CHRISTIAN. I. ROXANE. Who is I? CHRISTIAN. I, Christian. ROXANE (_scornfully_). Oh! you! CHRISTIAN. I must speak to you. CYRANO (_under the balcony, to Christian_). Good! Lower your voice.