JODELET (advancing, speaking through his nose):
Calves!

THE PIT:
Ah! bravo! good! go on!

JODELET:
No bravos, Sirs!
The fat tragedian whom you all love
Felt. . .

THE PIT:
Coward!

JODELET:
. . .was obliged to go.

THE PIT:
Come back!

SOME:
No!

OTHERS:
Yes!

A YOUNG MAN (to Cyrano):
But pray, Sir, for what reason, say,
Hate you Montfleury?