_] They are singing in the rosy light--
CHANTECLER
Yes, they believe in the light as soon as they see it.
THE PHEASANT-HEN
They sing all in a haze of blue--
CHANTECLER
I sang in total blackness. My song rose from the cheerless shade, and
was the first to rise. It is when Night prevails that it's fine to
believe in the Light!
THE PHEASANT-HEN
How dare they sing when you are singing?
CHANTECLER
Let them sing! Their songs acquire significance from mingling with mine,
and their tardy but numerous cries unconsciously hasten the flight of
the dark. [_Straightening upon his hillock, he calls to the distant_
COCKS.] Now, all together!
CHANTECLER AND ALL THE COCKS
Cock-a-doodle-doo!
CHANTECLER
[_Alone, with familiar cordiality._] Forward, forward, boldly, Day!
THE PHEASANT-HEN
[_Beside him, stamping her feet._] Boldly, Day!
CHANTECLER
[_Crying encouragements to the Light._] Yes, there, there before you, is
a roof for you to gild! Come, come, a touch of green on that patch of
waving hemp!
THE PHEASANT-HEN
[_Beside herself with excitement._] A glimmer of white on that road!
CHANTECLER
A wash of blue on the river!
THE PHEASANT-HEN
[_In a great cry._] The Sun! Look, the Sun!
CHANTECLER
There he is, I can see him, but we must hale him from that grove! [_And
both of them, moving backward together, appear to be drawing something
after them.
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