Barclay: The moon, yes, that'll be my home, my... paradise. I shall find there all the souls that I love; Socrates... Galileo... and when I arrive, they will question my worthiness. "What the devil is he doing here among us? Philosopher, scientist, musician, duelist? Here lies Hercules Sauvingnan, de Cyrano de Bergerac!" I would not have you weep any less for that charming, good and handsome Christian. I only ask this... that as the great cold surrounds my bones, you allow a double meaning for your mourning vale. And when you let fall your tears for him, some few will be... for me.