CYRANO, CHRISTIAN

[There is a sound of shutters reopening. CHRISTIAN goes in again under the balcony.]

CHRISTIAN:

Win for me that kiss!

CYRANO:

No!

CHRISTIAN:

Sooner or later…

CYRANO:

’Tis true! Sooner or later the moment will come when your mouths are sure to meet. Thanks to your fair mustache and her rose petal lips! [to himself] I'd rather it should come thanks to—