The Peacock
Satanic.
The Magpie
Ptarmigan Cock!
The Peacock
Aesthetic.
The Guinea-hen
[Rushing up to him.] Oh, he wears on his head an Assyrian helmet!
The Magpie
White Pile—
The Guinea-hen
[Rushing up to him.] He wears on his head—[Stopping short at sight of his docked comb.] Nothing whatever. He wears nothing whatever on his head. How odd it looks!
The Cat
[From his apple tree, to the Blackbird, indicating the White Pile Game-cock.] There is the champion. The dust conceals a razor on his lean foot. [The Game-cock disappears among the throng of fancy Cocks, who are surrounded by a swarm of cackling Hens.]
The Magpie
Negro Cock!
The Guinea-hen
[Gone quite mad among the multitude of Cocks now filling the kitchen-garden with their extraordinary head-gear aigrettes, and plumes and helmets, double and triple combs.] Charmed, honoured, enchanted—enchanted, honoured, charmed!
Patou
She has taken leave of her wits!