CYRANO. Yes, Roxane! ROXANE. That he had a heart large and brave, too deep to be fathomed by the crowd? CYRANO (_firmly_). Yes, Roxane! ROXANE (_throwing herself upon the body of Christian_). And he is dead! CYRANO (_aside, as he draws his sword_). And I to-day can but die, since, though she knows it not, it is for me she is weeping over him! (_Sound of trumpets in the distance._) GUICHE (_reappearing on the embankment, hatless, wounded in the forehead; with a voice of thunder_). It is the signal that was promised! the trumpets! our comrades come with help and food! Hold fast a few minutes! ROXANE. On his letter blood .... and tears! A VOICE (_outside the embankment_). Surrender! THE CADETS. No! RAGUENEAU (_who has climbed upon the coach, and is looking at the battle over the embankment_). We are lost! CYRANO (_to Guiche, pointing to Roxane_). Carry her off! I will charge! ROXANE (_in dying tones, as she kisses the letter_). His blood! His tears!.... RAGUENEAU (_jumping off the coach and running toward her_). She is fainting! GUICHE (_on the embankment, fiercely, to the Cadets_). Steady, for your lives! A VOICE (_outside_). Lay down your arms! THE CADETS. Never! CYRANO (_to Guiche_). You have proved your valour, Sir! You can afford to fly (_pointing to Roxane_) and save her! GUICHE (_runs to Roxane and takes her in his arms_). So be it! Hold fast a few moments and we shall win the day! CYRANO. We'll hold to the death! (_In a voice of anguish, looking toward Roxane, whom Guiche and Ragueneau are carrying away senseless_). Farewell, Roxane! (_Tumult. Cries. Wounded Cadets reappear and fall within the embankment. Cyrano, rushing to the fray, is stopped on the crest of the embankment by Carbon of Haughty-Hall, covered with blood._) CARBON. We are wavering! I have received two gun shots. CYRANO (_shouting to the Gascons_). Steady there! Hold fast, you rascals! (_to Carbon, holding him up_). Have no fear! I have two deaths to avenge: Christian's and that of my happiness! (_Both come down. Cyrano brandishes a lance to which is attached the handkerchief of Roxane._) Float bravely on, you little flag of lace that is hers! (_He plants the lance into the ground and cries to the Cadets_). Fall upon them now! Crush them! (_to the fife player_) And you, strike up!