The Blackbird
You are losing something!
Briffaut
What?
The Blackbird
Time!
Briffaut
[Disappearing with a snort of fury.] Wow!
Scene Sixth
Chantecler, the Blackbird, Patou, the Pheasant-hen
Chantecler
[After a moment, to the Blackbird who from his cage, which he has returned, can see off over the wall.] Is he gone?
The Blackbird
He is nearly out of sight!
Chantecler
[Going toward Patou’s kennel.] Madam, come forth!
The Pheasant-hen
[Appearing at the threshold of the kennel.] Well?—A rebellious, self-freed slave I am—even as that dog was saying! But of great lineage, and proud as I am free—A pheasant of the woods!