Chantecler
[With the greatest cry of anguish possible to created being.] Ah!
The Pheasant-hen
[Continuing inexorably.] That the mosses in a moment will be scarlet!
Chantecler
[Running toward the moss.] Ah, no! No! Not without me! [The moss flushes red.] Ungrateful!
The Pheasant-hen
The horizon—
Chantecler
[Imploringly, to the horizon.] No!
The Pheasant-hen
—is glowing gold!
Chantecler
[Staggering.] Treachery!
The Pheasant-hen
One may be all in all to another heart, you see, one can be nothing to the sky!
Chantecler
[Swooning.] It is true!
Patou
[Returning, cheery and cordial.] Here I am! I have come to tell you that they are all mad over there, at the topsy-turvy farm, to have back the Cock who orders the return of Day!