Chantecler
[Exhausted.] That soul! I am more spent with chasing it than with a whole day’s grasshopper hunting! [Violently.] Did you not see the sky?
The Blackbird
[Simply.] How could I The ground is all you can see through that little black hole. [Pointing at the flower-pot.]
Chantecler
Did you see the mountain-tops tremble and turn crimson?
The Blackbird
While you were crowing, I had my eye on your feet.
Chantecler
[Sorrowfully.] Ah!
The Blackbird
They were performing on the soft sod something choice in the line of fancy dances!
Chantecler
[Giving up.] I pity you! Back to your darkness, obscure Blackbird!
The Blackbird
Your obedient servant, illustrious Cock!
Chantecler
My course is toward the sun!
The Blackbird
Take along smoked glasses!