CYRANO (in the pit, standing on his chair, arms folded, hat cocked on the side of his head, his mustache bristling and his nose terrible).
I am going to let my temper loose!
(Excitement in the audience.)
SCENE IV.
The same, CYRANO, then BELLEROSE, JODELET.
MONTFLEURY (to the Marquises).
Protect me, gentlemen!
A MARQUIS (languidly).
Play on! Play on!
CYRANO.