::The rigging reached at long last, something catches the cloaked figure's attention down below::
Voltaire: Sacre bleu! L'awardez especiale!
Sewernose: Ah! The climactic finale is close at hand!
Euripides: Wonderful! Your entrance could not be more perfectly timed!
Voltaire: Assuming you don't muck it up again...
Euripides: Bad luck is all. I'm sure things will look up.
Voltaire: As long as he doesn't look down.
::Sewernose does so of course, and gulps::
Sewernose: I can't have stage fright above a stage now, can I? Not when the show is at stake!
Euripides: That's the spirit! Now, let us prepare for the cue!
::The mysterious being takes a length of rigging rope and unwinds it, coiling the length in slack loops. All that was left now was waiting to spring...or swing, rather::