True, The time will come, that time of bliss intense, When each will fall into the other's arms, And blond mustache to rosy lips will go! (_aside_) 'Twas better that at least I cause the bliss. (_Window above opens. Christian conceals himself beneath the balcony._) _SCENE IX._ CYRANO, CHRISTIAN, ROXANE. ROXANE (_coming out on the balcony_). Is it you?--Yes.... What were we speaking of?.... oh! of a.... well, of.... CYRANO. A kiss! The word is soft. Why hesitate? The name, be sure, will not maltreat your lips, However burning be the thing itself.-- Just now, you left the trifling mood, to glide, To steal from smile to sigh, and sigh to tears. Glide on!.... From tear to kiss there's but a thrill! ROXANE. Be silent! CYRANO. After all, what is a kiss? An oath that's given closer than before; A promise more precise; the sealing of Confessions that till then were barely breathed; A ruby O to spell the verb: I love![21] A secret that's confided to a mouth And not to ears; a precious moment of Infinity that buzzes like a bee; Communion with the fragrance flowers have; A gentle way for heart to breathe a heart, For soul from fervid lips to drink a soul! ROXANE. Be still! CYRANO. A kiss is oft a thing so grand That once a queen of France permitted one Unto a happy lord. I said: a queen! ROXANE. And then? CYRANO (_excited_). Like Buckingham, I've suffered long; Like him I love a queen, the one that's you! Like him, I'm sad and faithful.... ROXANE. And like him You've beauty. CYRANO (_aside, abashed_). Yes.... I've beauty.... I forgot! ROXANE. Well, then, come up, to cull the flower.... CYRANO (_pushing Christian toward the balcony_). Go! ROXANE. Whose fragrance.... CYRANO (_to Christian_). Go! ROXANE. The buzzing of the bee.... CYRANO (_to Christian_). Go up! CHRISTIAN (_hesitating_). But now, it really seems a crime! ROXANE. A moment of infinity.... CYRANO (_pushing Christian_). You fool, Go up! (_Christian, by aid of bench, vines and posts, reaches the balcony and steps over the railing._) CHRISTIAN.