Roxane: His face is like yours, burning with spirit and imagination. He is proud and noble and young and fearless and beautiful-
Cyrano:(losing all his colour.) Beautiful!
Roxane: Yes. What's wrong?
Cyrano: With me? Nothing. It's only... only... (Displaying his bandaged hand, with a little smile.) This fatal wound.

Author: Edmond Rostand

Roxane: His face is like yours, burning with spirit and imagination. He is proud and noble and young and fearless and beautiful-<br />Cyrano:(losing all his colour.) Beautiful!<br />Roxane: Yes. What's wrong?<br />Cyrano: With me? Nothing. It's only... only... (Displaying his bandaged hand, with a little smile.) This fatal wound. - Edmond Rostand



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