Chantecler
Where?
The Blackbird
At the Guinea-hen’s.
Chantecler
What a farce!
The Blackbird
Wait! It’s one of those Cocks bred and trained for fighting, who would make just two bites of either you or me. [As Chantecler abruptly starts toward the back.] Where are you going?
Chantecler
To the Guinea-hen’s.
The Blackbird
Ha! I forgot our knightly spurs and helmet! [He makes a feint of preventing him.] Take my advice, don’t go!
Chantecler
But I will go!
The Blackbird
Hold on!
Chantecler
[Stopping beside the flower-pot, as if amazed.] How singular!
The Blackbird
What?