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Act II, Scene II


"Come, my friend Cyrano, this day
I would a time with you apart,
No longer can I find to say
the words of love, a phrase to start
a maiden fair to blush despite
the siren night bids passion bloom
where stars would bless with fresh delight.
Though she's fairest in any room,
and this my life affirms, I halt,-
stumble, stutter the bumpkin lout
till she, behind her fan's assault
must smile at him she's put to rout.
Her name, good Cyrano, Roxane,
goddess rarest, for any man."



--Cyrano





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