YOUNG JACKDAW. See how he struts about in them!
OLD JACKDAW. My son, take off those feathers!
VAIN JACKDAW. It pleases me to wear them.
OLD JACKDAW. Take them off, I say!
VAIN JACKDAW. I will not take them off!
OLD JACKDAW. Then you cannot stay with us.
VAIN JACKDAW. I do not wish to stay with jackdaws. I will not walk with jackdaws. I will not talk with jackdaws. I think myself too fine for jackdaws.
OLD JACKDAW. Then, jackdaws, we will think no more about him. Come, now, to find our breakfast! Come!
[They go. The PEACOCKS enter.]
VAIN JACKDAW. Good-morning, brothers.