Now mind me, corpulence! If you play, I'll have to spank your cheeks.
THE MARQUIS.
Enough! Enough!
CYRANO.
Let the gentlemen remain silent on their benches. Otherwise their ribbons will have a taste of my stick.
ALL THE MARQUISES (rising).
This is too much, indeed! Montfleury!
CYRANO.
Montfleury must go, or I shall crop his ears and disembowel him!