The Second Voice
Amen!
All the Voices
[In a murmur spreading to the uttermost ends of the forest.] Amen!
Chantecler
[Who, having a moment before stepped from the hollow tree, has stood listening.] Amen!
[The shade has deepened and taken a bluer tinge. The spiderweb, touched by a moonbeam, looks as if sifting silver dust. The Pheasant-hen comes from the tree and follows Chantecler with little short feminine steps.]
Scene Second
Chantecler, the Pheasant-hen, from time to time the Rabbits, now and then the Woodpecker.
Chantecler
How softly sleeps the moonlight on the ferns! Now is the time—
A Little Quavering Voice
Spider at night,
Bodeth delight!
The Pheasant-hen
Thanks, kind Spider!
Chantecler
Now is the time—