THE PHEASANT-HEN
And you sang beautifully!
CHANTECLER
Say that I sang badly, but tell me that it is I who make--
THE PHEASANT-HEN
Indeed, indeed, I admire you beyond all bounds and measure!
CHANTECLER
No,--tell me that what I told you is true--
THE PHEASANT-HEN
What?
CHANTECLER
That it is I who make--
THE PHEASANT-HEN
Yes, my glorious Beloved, yes, it is you who make the dawn appear!
THE BLACKBIRD
[_Suddenly appearing._] Well, well, old man!
SCENE FOURTH
THE SAME, THE BLACKBIRD
CHANTECLER
The Blackbird!--My secret!
THE BLACKBIRD
[_Bowing with every sign of admiration._] Allow me to--
CHANTECLER
That inveterate mocker! [_To the_ PHEASANT-HEN.] Leave us not alone! My
soul is still open--his mockery would enter in!
THE BLACKBIRD
Ripping!
CHANTECLER
Where have you come from?
THE BLACKBIRD
[_Indicating an empty overturned flower-pot._] From that flower-pot.
CHANTECLER
But how--?
THE BLACKBIRD
I was having my early snack cozily in the earthenware retreat you see,
when suddenly--oh, allow me to express at once the amazement, the
admiration--
CHANTECLER
Eavesdropping inside a pot! How can you stoop to--
THE BLACKBIRD
Hang the pot! I've had a sensation! I tell you I was wild! My feet were
doing such a horn-pipe I had trouble to keep my eye steady at the
peep-hole.
THE PHEASANT-HEN
You could see us?
THE BLACKBIRD
[_Showing the hole at the bottom of the flower-pot.
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