It's a strange situation, because the author, Edmond Rostand is 19th century, and the play is a parody of the period of Molière. The verse and the vocabulary are both far richer than anything produced during the 17th century. And, of course, it is a romantic tragedy, while Molière only produced comedy.

So perhaps Rostand doesn't have the respectability of Corneille and Racine and Molière. But the play is very, very beautiful.

This is not the Depardieu version but that of the Comédie Française brought to us by France 2. I am quoting the last ten or so minutes of the play here

Cyrano - brilliant philosopher, writer and soldier, has all the success in life except love, because of his enormous and disfiguring nose. He helps the handsome, brave, but maladroit Christian to woo Roxane by speaking the words of love, in the darkness under her balcony, that Christian himself cannot produce. Roxane and Christian fall in love. In due course, Christian is killed in battle.

Cyrano keeps his secret, and visits Roxane in her convent to amuse her with stories of the Court.  At the point where we join the play, Cyrano has been ambushed and mortally injured. Nonetheless he keeps his weekly appointment with Roxane...