Fair warning, then, to idle lookers on
Who criticise the centre of my face!
The critic, if a gentleman, will get,—
Before he flies,—in front and higher too,
My custom's such, some steel instead of leather!
GUICHE (who with the marquises, has come down from the stage).
The gentleman is getting very tiresome!
VICOMTE de VALVERT (shrugging his shoulders).
He is a braggart!
GUICHE.
And no one answers him?....
THE VICOMTE.
No one? Just wait. Such a retort as I'm going to send him!
(He advances toward Cyrano, who has been looking at him, and draws himself up with an air of foppish vanity.)