Chantecler
You associate with those who hate me?
The Blackbird
Do you object?
Chantecler
No, you pitiful jester! The habit has grown so strong, you can no more be in earnest about friendship now than anything else. [Going nearer to him.] Who are my enemies?
The Blackbird
The Owls.
Chantecler
You sorry fool! Can’t you see that to believe in my destiny becomes all too easy if the Owls are against me?
The Blackbird
Rest happy, then. They have a deal on—your lighting of the world being a trifle flashy for their taste—a deal on for cutting your throat.
Chantecler
Through whom?
The Blackbird
A brother bird.
Chantecler
A Cock?
The Blackbird
A Saint George of a Cock, who is to meet you—