(_aside to Christian_). You go too far. CHRISTIAN (_aside to Cyrano_). Now she is moved, it's time for me to act. CYRANO (_to Roxane_). Yes, I.... I asked.... it is true.... but now I realise how more than bold I was. ROXANE (_somewhat disappointed_). And you do not insist? CYRANO. Insist? Of course I do.... but with reserve!.... Yes, I know your modesty's offended. So, I withdraw the kiss.... refuse it to me! CHRISTIAN (_with a tug at Cyrano's cloak_). Why so? CYRANO. Be silent, Christian! ROXANE (_leaning over the balcony_). What are you muttering? CYRANO. I was reproving myself for going too far. I was saying: be silent Christian!.... (_sound of archlute._) One moment please!.... Some one comes. (_Roxane closes her window. Cyrano listens to the archlutes; one of them plays a lively air, and the other a sad one._) Lively?.... Sad?.... A woman or a man? No, a monk! (_Enter monk holding a lighted lantern. He goes from house to house, looking at the doors._) [20] Note.--In this tirade, and in the following one, _you_, _thou_ and _she_ are intentionally interwoven. When Cyrano is carried by his emotion, he passes from _you_ to _thou_, which latter is, in French, familiar and endearing much more than in English. Then, reclaimed by reason and fearing that he has overstepped the bounds, he returns to the (in French) more formal _you_, or resorts to a discreet _she_, only to forget himself again and to resume the caressing _thou_. _SCENE VII._ CYRANO, CHRISTIAN, _a_ CAPUCHIN MONK. CYRANO (_to the Monk_). Are you a new Diogenes? MONK. I'm looking for the house of Madam Magdeleine Robin. CYRANO (_pointing to one of the streets_). That way--straight ahead--as far as you can go.... MONK. Thank you, Sir!--I'll tell my beads for you. (_Exit Monk._) CYRANO. Peace be with you! I bid you Godspeed! (_Comes down toward Christian._) _SCENE VIII._ CYRANO, CHRISTIAN. CHRISTIAN. Obtain for me that kiss! CYRANO. No, Sir! CHRISTIAN. But, sooner or later, you know.... CYRANO.