CHRISTIAN:
Pif!
CYRANO (bursting out):
Great God! Out! all of you!
(The cadets rush to the doors.)
FIRST CADET:
The tiger wakes!
CYRANO:
Every man, out! Leave me alone with him!
SECOND CADET:
We shall find him minced fine, minced into hash
In a big pasty!
RAGUENEAU:
I am turning pale,
And curl up, like a napkin, limp and white!
CARBON:
Let us be gone.
ANOTHER:
He will not leave a crumb!
ANOTHER:
I die of fright to think what will pass here!