Chantecler eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 104 pages of information about Chantecler.

THE OWL
Thanks!  But how is it that you are with us?

THE CAT
Ah, night brings out what daylight will not own to!  I do not like the
Cock because the Dog does.—­There you have it!

THE TURKEY
I do not like him, for the reason that having known him as a Chick I
cannot admit him as a Cock!

A DUCK
I do not like the Cock because, not being web-footed, he marks his
passage by a track of stars!

A CHICKEN
I do not like the Cock because I’m such a homely bird!

ANOTHER CHICKEN
I do not like the Cock because he has his picture painted in purple on
all the plates!

ANOTHER CHICKEN
I do not like the Cock because on all the steeples he has his statue in
gilt-bronze!

AN OWL
[To a big overgrown CHICKEN.] Well, well!—­And you, Capon?

THE CAPON
[Dryly.] I do not like the Cock!

THE CUCKOO
[Beginning to strike eight inside the house.] Cuckoo!

FIRST OWL
The hour!

CUCKOO
Cuckoo!

SECOND OWL
Let us go!

THE CUCKOO
Cuckoo!

FIRST OWL
The moon!

THE CUCKOO
Cuckoo!

FIRST OWL
Silently cleave the blue air—­

THE CUCKOO
Cuckoo!

THE MOLE
[Suddenly pushing up through the ground.]—­the dark earth!

FIRST OWL
There comes the Mole!

THE CUCKOO
Cuckoo!

FIRST OWL
[To the MOLE.] And you, why do you hate him?

THE MOLE
I hate him because I have never seen him!

THE CUCKOO
Cuckoo!

FIRST OWL
And you, Cuckoo, do you know why you hate him?

THE CUCKOO
[On the last stroke.] Because he does not have to be wound up!  Cuckoo!

FIRST OWL
And we do not love—­

SECOND OWL
[Hurriedly.] We are keeping the others waiting—­

ALL
—­the Cock, because—­[They fly off.  Silence.]

THE PHEASANT-HEN
[Coming slowly from behind the kennel.] I am beginning to love him!

CURTAIN

ACT SECOND

THE MORNING OF THE COCK

Wild hillside, moss-grown and ferny, overlooking a valley with scattered villages and winding river.  Ruined wall, fragment of some vanished terrace.  Gigantic chestnut tree, rank hollies and foxgloves.  Litter suggesting neglected corner of a park:  gardening implements lying on the ground, fagots, broken flower-pots.

SCENE FIRST

The NIGHT-BIRDS, of all sorts and sizes, form a great circle, perching in tiers on the branches, the briers, the stones; the CAT crouches in the grass; the BLACKBIRD hops hither and thither on a fagot.

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