Polkan.
Devil take him!
The bird is crowing, turning about on the spire.
Noise and hubbub throughout the capital.
Voice of the Bird.
Cock-a-doodle-do!
Open your eyes and beware!
(His own eyes assure Dodon of the restlessness of the bird.)
King Dodon
(to the people).
Well! My children. It is war.