Do not believe him. You do not know how vain this fool is. I gave him the feathers, because I thought he would like nothing so well.
(Barach is sitting on a bench playing with a heap of feathers which he has taken out of the breast of his coat.)
BARACH.
(Singing) When you were an acorn on the tree top—
FINTAIN.
Where would he be but for me? I must be always thinking, thinking to get food for the two of us, and when we’ve got it, if the moon’s at the full or the tide on the turn, he’ll leave the rabbit in its snare till it is full of maggots, or let the trout slip through his hands back into the water.
BARACH.
(Singing) When you were an acorn on the tree top,
Then was I an eagle cock;