The Pheasant-hen
Who dare—?
Chantecler
The other Cocks.
The Pheasant-hen
[Bending above the plain.] 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!