CHANTECLER Not for their sakes, but the sake of my song. It might spring forth less clear from any other soil! But now, to inform the Day that it is sure to be called tomorrow I will sing! [_Obsequious movement of the crowd, attempting to approach._] Back! All of you! I have nothing left but my song! [ALL _draw away, and alone in his pride, he begins._] Co--[_To himself, stiffening himself against pain._] Nothing left but my song, therefore let us sing well! [_He tries again._] Co--Now, I wonder, shall I take it as a chest-note, or--Co--a head-note? Shall I count one-three, or--Co--And the accent? Since they filled my head with all that sort of thing, I--Coocooroo--Keekee-ree--And the theory? The dynamic theory? c.o.c.k-a--I am all tangled up in schools and rules and rubbish! If he reduced his flight to a theory, what eagle would ever soar? Co--[_Trying again, and ending in a raucous, abortive crow._]

Co--I cannot sing any more, I, whose method was not to know how, but be quite certain why! [_In a cry, of despair._] I have nothing left! They have taken everything from me, my song and everything else. How shall I get it back?

THE PHEASANT-HEN [_Opening her wings._] Come away to the woods!

CHANTECLER [_Falling upon her breast._] I love you!

THE PHEASANT-HEN To the woods, where the simple birds sing their sweet unconscious songs!

CHANTECLER Let us go! [_Both go toward the back._ CHANTECLER _turning._] But there is one thing I wish to say--

THE PHEASANT-HEN [_Trying to lead him away._] Come to the woods!

CHANTECLER --to all the Guineahennery gathered beneath these arbors. Let the garden--the Bees agree with me, I fancy!--let the garden work untroubled at changing its blossoms into fruit--

BUZZING OF BEES _We agree--ee--ee_!

CHANTECLER Nothing good is ever accomplished in the midst of noise. Noise prevents the bough--

BUZZING [_Further off._]

_So say we--e--e! we--e--e_!

CHANTECLER --from bringing its apple to perfection, prevents the grape--

BUZZING [_Dying away among the foliage._] _So say we--e--e_!

CHANTECLER --from ripening on the vine. [_Going toward the back with the_ PHEASANT-HEN.] Let us go! [_Turning and coming again angrily toward the front._] But I wish furthermore to say to these H--[_The_ PHEASANT-HEN _lays her wing across his beak._]--ens that those unnatural c.o.c.ks will lightly take themselves away, back to the gilded mangers of their sole affection, the moment they hear the cry of Chick-chick-chick-chick-chick!

[_Imitating a servant girl calling_ CHICKENS _to feed._] For all those charlatans are stalking appet.i.tes, and nothing more!

THE PHEASANT-HEN [_Trying to lead him off._] Come! Come!

A HEN She is eloping with him.

CHANTECLER I am coming! But--[_Coming forward again._] I must first say to this Peac.o.c.k, in the presence of that Addlepate--[_Indicating the_ GUINEA-HEN.]

THE GUINEA-HEN He insults me in my own house. Sensational!

CHANTECLER False hero whom Fashion has taken for leader, you walk in such terror of appearing behindhand to the eyes of your own tail that your throat is blue with it! But, urged forward, on and on, by every staring eye upon it, you will fall at last, breathless for good and all, and end in the false immortality bestowed, false artist, by the--[_Imitating the manner of the_ PEAc.o.c.k.] shall I say bird-stuffer?

THE GUINEA-HEN [_Mechanically._] Yes!

CHANTECLER No. Taxidermist,--to use the word you would prefer. That, my dear Peac.o.c.k, is what I wished to say.

THE BLACKBIRD Bang!

CHANTECLER [_Turning toward him._] As for you--

THE BLACKBIRD Fire away!

CHANTECLER I will! You became acquainted one grey morning with a city sparrow, did you not tell us so? That was your ruin. You have been possessed ever since with the desire to appear like one yourself.

THE BLACKBIRD But--

CHANTECLER From that hour, unresting, acting the sparrow night and day, the sparrow even in sleep, self-condemned to play the sparrow without respite, you have appeared--famous jay!

THE BLACKBIRD But--

CHANTECLER Pathetic effort of a country birdkin, twisting his thick bill to talk with a city accent! Ah, you wish to bite off bits of slang? My friend, they are green! Every grape you pick breaks in your jaws, for city grapes are gla.s.s bubbles! Having taken from the sparrow only his make-up and grimace, you are just a clumsy understudy, a sort of vice-buffoon!

And you serve up stale old cynicisms picked up with crumbs in fashionable club-rooms, poor little bird, and think to astonish us with your budget of scandalous news--

THE BLACKBIRD But--

CHANTECLER I have not exhausted my ammunition! You wish to imitate the sparrow? But the sparrow does not, slyly and meanly mischievous, make a cult of sprightliness is not funny with authority, is not the pedant of flippancy! You percher among low bushes, who never care to fly, you wish to imitate--[_Turning to one of the exotic_ c.o.c.kS _cackling behind him._] Silence, c.o.c.k of j.a.pan! or I shall spoil a picture!

THE j.a.pANESE c.o.c.k [_Hurriedly._] I beg your pardon!

CHANTECLER [_Continuing to the_ BLACKBIRD.] You wish to imitate the sparrow, who, rising on light wing, underlines his words with a telegraph wire! Very well, I hate to grieve you, but--you know I can hear the sparrows when they come to steal my corn!--you are not in it, you do not pull it off.

Your lingo is a fake!

THE BLACKBIRD A--?

CHANTECLER And your performance is a shine!

THE BLACKBIRD He can talk slang?

CHANTECLER I can talk anything!--It's the Paris article made in Germany!

THE BLACKBIRD But--

CHANTECLER Fire away, I think you said. I hope you don't mind my air-gun?

THE BLACKBIRD I--

CHANTECLER The Grand Master of Illuminations is entirely at your service. What do you say?

THE BLACKBIRD [_Hastily._] Nothing! [_He tries to get away._]

CHANTECLER You wish to ape the sparrow of city streets! But his impudence is not a manner of prudence, an art of remaining vague, an elegant method of having no opinion. His eyes always express either wrath or delight. Do you care to know the secret by which the little beggar, with his "Chappie" and his "See" can steal away our hearts? It is that he is frank and fearless that he believes, that he loves, that the railings of a balcony where some child strews crumbs for him are the only cage he ever knew! It is that one can be sure of his gaiety of soul, since he is gay when he is hungry! But you who, void of gaiety because void of love, have imagined that evil wit can take the place of good humour, and that one can play the sparrow when he is a sleek and vulgar trimmer, sn.i.g.g.e.ring behind his wing, what I say to you is, "Guess again, Mock-sparrow, guess again!"

THE GUINEA-HEN [_Always applauding everything that is said at her receptions._] Good!

That was extremely good!

A CHICKEN [_To the crestfallen_ BLACKBIRD.] You will make him smart for this?

THE BLACKBIRD [_Prudently._] No. I will take it out on the Turkey. [_At this point a_ VOICE _calls, "Chick-chick-chick-chick-chick!" and all the_ FANCY c.o.c.kS, _rushing toward the irresistible call to food, hurry out, tumbling over one another in their haste._]

THE GUINEA-HEN [_Running after them._] Are you going?

A PADUA c.o.c.k [_The last to leave._] I beg to be excused! [_Disappears._]