CYRANO.
Make haste lest you miss part of their monkey talk.
DUENNA (looking at knocker).
That's right, they have gagged this noisy little wretch. It might have interrupted the finest speeches.
(She knocks very gently. Door opens.)
ROXANE (about to pass in. To Cyrano).
Were Christian to come, as is likely, request him to wait for me, please.
CYRANO.
I shall.