ROXANE: Live, for I love you! CYRANO: No, In fairy tales When to the ill-starred Prince the lady says ‘I love you!’ all his ugliness fades fast– But I remain the same, up to the last! ROXANE: I have marred your life–I, I! CYRANO: You blessed my life! Never on me had rested woman’s love. My mother even could not find me fair: I had no sister; and, when grown a man, I feared the mistress who would mock at me. But I have had your friendship–grace to you A woman’s charm has passed across my path.
