A Padua Cock
[The last to leave.] I beg to be excused! [Disappears.]
The Guinea-hen
[In the midst of the hubbub.] Are you going? Must you go? Oh, don’t go yet!
Chantecler
[To the Pheasant-hen.] Come, my golden Pheasant!
The Guinea-hen
[Running to Chantecler.] Are you running away?
Chantecler
To save my song!
The Guinea-hen
[Running to the Young Guinea-cock.] My son, I am in such a state—I am in such—
A Hen
[Calling after Chantecler.] And when shall we see you again?
Chantecler
[Before going.] When you have grown teeth! [Off with the Pheasant-hen.]
The Guinea-hen
[To the Young Guinea-cock.] This has been quite the finest affair of the season! [Darting madly about among the departing guests.] Au revoir! Mondays in August! Don’t forget!
The Magpie
[Announcing.] The Tortoise!