Really, you noticed it?
A CADET (enters with, strung on a sword, a number of hats, crushed, pierced and very much dejected as to plumes).
Behold, Cyrano! This morning, on the quay, we found this sorry feathered game. The hats of those you put to flight!....
CARBON.
Spolia opima!
(Everybody laughs.)
CUIGY.
Whoever paid these cut-throats must to-day regret his bargain.
BRISSAILLE.
Does anyone know who it is?