His nose.... his nose.... that is easily said....
(Retires rapidly, Lise following.)
CYRANO (from the door, signals to Ragueneau to draw away the poets).
RAGUENEAU (pointing out to the Poets the door to the right).
We shall be much more comfortable in there....
CYRANO (getting out of patience).
Pst!.... Pst!....
RAGUENEAU (pushing the Poets along).
We'll read some more verses.