Chantecler
I shall never forget, however, that there was a morning when we believed equally in my Destiny, and that in the radiant hour of dawning love you forgot, and allowed me to forget, your gold for the gold of the Dawn!
The Pheasant-hen
The Dawn! Always the Dawn! Be careful, Chantecler I shall do something rash! [Going toward the Back.]
Chantecler
You will infallibly do as you like.
The Pheasant-hen
In the glade not long ago I met the—[She catches herself and stops short, intentionally.]
Chantecler
[Looks at her, and in an angry cry.] The Pheasant? [With sudden violence.] Promise me that you will never again go to the glade!
The Pheasant-hen
[Assured of her power over him, with a bound returns to his side.] And you, promise that you will love me more than the Light!
Chantecler
[Sorrowfully.] Oh!
The Pheasant-hen
That you will not sing—
Chantecler
More than one song, we have settled that point. [Rat-tat-tat, from the Woodpecker.] Come in!
The Woodpecker
[Appearing and pointing with his bill at the net.] The snare! The farmer placed it there. He declared he would capture the Pheasant-hen.