Chantecler
[With his bill in the flower.] Indeed?
The Woodpecker
[Fluttering desperately.] Hush!
Chantecler
The Ducks spent the night under the cart, did they?
The Woodpecker
Pst!
Scene Fourth
The Same, the Pheasant-hen
The Pheasant-hen
[Who has come upon the scene, with a threatening gesture at the Woodpecker.] Go inside! [The Wood Pecker precipitately disappears. She stands listening to Chantecler.]
Chantecler
[In the convolvulus, more and more deeply interested.] You don’t mean it! What, all of them?—Yes?—No—Oh!—Well, well!—Is that so?
The Woodpecker
[Who has timidly come back, aside.] Oh, that an ant of the heaviest might weigh down his tongue!
Chantecler
[Talking into the flower.] So soon? The Peacock out of fashion?