Dear bird! Many thanks.
(Dodon falls asleep; also Amelfa and the Guards. His dreams about the wonderful beauty become more definite and insistent.)
Voice of the Bird.
Cock-a-doodle-do!
Beware!
(Again noise and running to and fro. Trumpets. A terrified crowd of people assemble at the Palace, not daring to awake Dodon.)
People on the Street.
O! What misfortune! O, brothers, what evils!
Our King is fast asleep. All is quiet
In the palace. It is impossible to wake them.