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174 Ah, Roxane !

Aie ! Strange pain that wings my heart ! The kiss, love's feast, so near ! I, Lazarus, Lie at the gate in darkness. Yet to me Falls still a crumb or two from the rich man's board - Ay, 'tis my heart receives thee, Roxane - mine ! For on the lips you press you kiss as well The words I spoke just now ! - my words - my words!

A sad air, a gay air : the monk !

Hola!

Who is it ?

I - I was but passing by ... Is Christian there ?

Cyrano!

Good-day, cousin !

Cousin, good-day !