MONTFLEURY (with an attempt at dignity).
By insulting me, Sir, you insult the Muse Thalia!
CYRANO (with great courtesy).
If the Muse Thalia, with whom you are not related, Sir, had the honour of your acquaintance and saw you so fat and so silly, she would certainly give you a lift with her buskin.
THE PIT.
Montfleury! Montfleury! The play.
CYRANO (to the noisy ones around him).
Have pity on my scabbard! If you continue thus, it will lose control of its blade.
(The circle around him widens.)