The Guinea-hen
[Presenting the young Guinea-cock to the Peacock.] My son!—What do you think of him?
The Peacock
Plausible.
Chorus of Wasps
Busily buzzing—
The Guinea-hen
[Overjoyed, running to the Pheasant-hen.] Oh, he said he was plausible!
The Pheasant-hen
Who was?
The Guinea-hen
My son!
Chorus of Bees
When July
Too holly glows
Seek the shade
Inside the rose!
The Guinea-hen
[Returning to the Peacock.] Does not the rhythm of that chorus impress you as—
The Peacock
Asunartetos!