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—