Patou
You!
Chantecler
Me?—
Patou
Led by the end of your beak.
Chantecler
[In high wrath.] Me?—
Patou
For when a new Hen heaves in sight, you can’t help yourself, you know—you lose your balance-wheel—
The Blackbird
You slowly circumambulate the fair one—[He imitates the Cock walking around a Hen.] “Yes, it’s me.—Here I am!” And you say, “Coa—”
Chantecler
I never knew a more idiotic bird!
The Blackbird
[Continuing to mimic him.] You let your wing hang, sentimentally—your foot performs a sort of stately jig—[A shot is heard.] Ha! I don’t like that!
Patou
[Starts up quivering, and scents the air.] Poaching Julius is at his tricks again!
The Blackbird
Dog, it seems to stimulate you agreeably!