he stage!

THE PIT:
Oh!

MONTFLEURY (choking):
'Heureux qui loin des cours. . .'

CYRANO (appearing suddenly in the pit, standing on a chair, his arms crossed,
his beaver cocked fiercely, his mustache bristling, his nose terrible to see):
Ah! I shall be angry in a minute!. . .

(Sensation.)

Scene 1.IV.

The same. Cyrano, then Bellerose, Jodelet.

MONTFLEURY (to the marquises):
Come to my help, my lords!

A MARQUIS (carelessly):
Go on! Go on!

CYRANO:
Fat man, take warning! If you go on, I
Shall feel myself constrained to cuff your face!

THE MARQUIS:
Have done!

CYRANO:
And if these lords hold not their tongue
Shall feel constrained to make them taste my cane!

ALL THE MARQUISES (rising):
Enough!. . .Montfleury. . .

CYRANO:
If he goes not quick
I will cut off his ears and slit him up!

A VOICE:
But. . .

CYRANO:
Out he goes!

ANOTHER VOICE:
Yet. . .

CYRANO:
Is he not gone yet?
(He makes the gesture of turning up his cuffs):
Good! I shall mount the stage now, buffet-wise,
To carve this fine Italian sausage--thus!

MONTFLEURY (trying to be dignified):
You outrage Thalia in insulting me!

CYRANO (very politely):
If that Muse, Sir, who knows you not at all,
Could claim acquaintance with you--oh, believe
(Seeing how urn-like, fat, and slow you are)
That she would make you taste her buskin's sole!

THE PIT:
Montfleury! Montfleury! Come--Baro's play!

CYRANO (to those who are calling out):
I pray you have a care! If you go on
My scabbard soon will render up its blade!

(The circle round him widens.)

THE CROWD (drawing back):
Take care!

CYRANO (to Montfleury):
Leave the stage!

THE CROWD (coming near and grumbling):
Oh!--

CYRANO:
Did some one speak?

(They draw back again.)

A VOICE (singing at the back):
Monsieur de Cyrano
Displays his tyrannies:
A fig for tyrants! What, ho!
Come! Play us 'La Clorise!'

ALL THE PIT (singing):
'La Clorise!' 'La Clorise!'. . .

CYRANO:
Let me but hear once more that foolish rhyme,
I slaughter every man of you.

A BURGHER:
Oh! Samson?

CYRANO:
Yes Samson! Will you lend your jawbone, Sir?

A LADY (in the boxes):
Outrageous!

A LORD:
Scandalous!

A BURGHER:
'Tis most annoying!

A PAGE:
Fair good sport!

THE PIT:
Kss!--Montfleury. . .Cyrano!

CYRANO:
Silence!

THE PIT (wildly excited):
Ho-o-o-o-h