COL. Give me that tumbler. (taking the glass from SCHAUNARD)
SCH. (motioning his friends to let him speak) With ardor irresistible Poetry fills my spirit.
COL. and MAR. (yelling) No.
SCH. (complacently) Then something choreographic may suit you!
RUD., MAR. and COL. Yes, yes! (Amid applause they surround Schaunard and make him get off the chair.)
SCH. Some dancing, accompanied by singing?
COL. Well, clear the stage for action. (Moving chairs and tables aside, they prepare for a dance; they suggest various dances.)
COL. Gavotte.
MAR. Minuet.
RUD. Pavanella.