ALL THE AUDIENCE (indignantly):
Oh!

MONTFLEURY:
But. . .

THE VOICE:
Do you dare defy me?

DIFFERENT VOICES (from the pit and the boxes):
Peace! Enough!--Play on, Montfleury--fear nothing!

MONTFLEURY (in a trembling voice):
'Heureux qui loin des cours, dans un lieu sol--'

THE VOICE (more fiercely):
Well! Chief of all the blackguards, must I come and give you a taste of my
cane?

(A hand holding a cane starts up over the heads of the spectators.)

MONTFLEURY (in a voice that trembles more and more):
'Heureux qui. . .'

(The cane is shaken.)

THE VOICE:
Off the stage!