Chantecler and the Pheasant-hen [Turning to each other, triumphantly.] Ah!
The Woodpecker
Duddling is more tender, doodling more poetic. [He disappears.]
Chantecler
It is for you I cockaduddle!
The Pheasant-hen
Yes, but you cockadoodle for the Dawn!
Chantecler
[Going toward her.] I do believe you are jealous!
The Pheasant-hen
[Retreating coquettishly.] Do you love me more than her?
Chantecler
[With a cry of warning.] Be careful, a snare!
The Pheasant-hen
[Jumping aside.] Ready to spring! [Dimly visible against a tree, is, in fact, a spread bird-net.]
Chantecler
[Examining it.] A dangerous contrivance.
The Pheasant-hen
Forbidden by the game-laws of 44.