"Act V - Cyrano's Gazette"
Roxane, Cyrano. Cyrano is dying.

CYRANO (He sees Roxane bending over him, and, hastily pressing his hat on his head, and shrinking back in his chair):
Nay, on my word
'Tis nothing! Let me be!

ROXANE:
But...

CYRANO:
That old wound
Of Arras, sometimes,--as you know...

ROXANE:
Dear friend!

CYRANO:
'Tis nothing, 'twill pass soon;
(He smiles with an effort):
See!--it has passed!

ROXANE:
Each of us has his wound; ay, I have mine,--
Never healed up--not healed yet, my old wound!
(She puts her hand on her breast):
'Tis here, beneath this letter brown with age,
All stained with tear-drops, and still stained with blood.

(Twilight begins to fall.)

CYRANO:
His letter! Ah! you promised me one day
That I should read it.

ROXANE:
What would you? -- His letter?

CYRANO:
Yes, I would fain, -- to-day...