Several Voices
What is it?
The Blackbird
[Who has hopped up to the fallen Cock and examined him.] Nothing! Merely he has dexterously slashed his left claw with his right!
The Crowd
[Following and hooting the White Pile, who, having picked himself up, limps off.] Hoo! Hoo!
Patou and the Pheasant-hen [Laughing and weeping and talking, all in one, beside Chantecler, who stands motionless, utterly spent, with closed eyes.] Chantecler! It is we! The Pheasant-hen! The Dog! Speak to us, speak!
Chantecler
[Opening his eyes, looks at them and says gently.] The day will rise to-morrow!
Scene Sixth
The Same, except the White Pile
The Crowd
[After seeing the White Pile off, return tumultuously to Chantecler, hailing him with acclamations.] Hurrah!
Chantecler
[Drawing away from them, in a terrible voice.] Stand back! I know your worth! [The crowd hastily draws back.]
The Pheasant-hen
[Close by his side.] Come away to the woods, where true-hearted animals live!