Patou
[Hastily, pushing him along with his paw.] Hurry up!
Chantecler
[To Patou.] Wait a moment.
Patou
I am willing. Nothing can sit so patiently and watch the dropping of tears as an old dog.
The Pheasant-hen
[Crying to Chantecler, with a leap toward him.] Take me with you!
Chantecler
[Turns and in an inflexible voice.] Will you consent to stand second to the Dawn?
The Pheasant-hen
[Fiercely drawing back.] Never!
Chantecler
Then farewell!
The Pheasant-hen
I hate you!
Chantecler
[Already at some distance among the brush.] I love you, but I should poorly serve the work to which I devote myself anew at the side of one to whom it were less than the greatest thing in the world! [He disappears.]