THE PEACOCK
[After a glance.] Affirmative. [Sensation.]
THE TUFTED HEN
[Same business.] And my bonnet? [Suspense.]
THE PEACOCK
Absolute. [Sensation.]
THE GUINEA-HEN
[In a burst of emotion.] Our bonnets are absolute!
THE PHEASANT-HEN
[Affecting exclusive interest in the BEES.]
Ah, there is the Choir
Invisible striking up again!
THE GUINEA-HEN [Presenting the young GUINEA-COCK to the PEACOCK.] My son!—What do you think of him?
THE PEACOCK
Plausible.
CHORUS OF WASPS
Busily buzzing—
THE GUINEA-HEN
[Overjoyed, running to the PHEASANT-HEN.] Oh,
he said he was plausible!
THE PHEASANT-HEN
Who was?
THE GUINEA-HEN
My son!
CHORUS OF BEES
When July
Too holly glows
Seek the shade
Inside the rose!
THE GUINEA-HEN [Returning to the PEACOCK.] Does not the rhythm of that chorus impress you as—
THE PEACOCK
Asunartetos!
A HEN
[To the GUINEA-HEN.] Your guest, my dear, can
fit an epithet!
THE GUINEA-HEN
Pontiff of the Unexpected Adjective I call him!
THE PEACOCK
[Distilling his words, in a discordant haughty
voice.] True it is that—
THE GUINEA-HEN
Ah, this is most pleasant, most pleasant! He
is going to talk to us.
THE PEACOCK —a Ruskin rather more refined, I hope, than the earlier one, with a tact—
THE GUINEA-HEN
Very true!
PEACOCK —a tact for which I stand largely in my own debt, I have constituted myself Petronius-Priest and Maecenas-Messiah volatile volatiliser of words, and that, jeweled judge, I love by my cameos and filigrees of speech to represent the Taste of which I am the—
PATOU
Oh, my poor head!
THE PEACOCK
[Nonchalantly.]—shall I say guardian?
THE GUINEA-HEN
[Effervescently.] Do say guardian!
THE PEACOCK
No. Thesmothetes. [Respectful murmur of delight.]
THE GUINEA-HEN [To the PHEASANT-HEN.] Now you have seen our Peacock! Aren’t you excited?
THE PHEASANT-HEN
[Slightly bored.] Yes,—because I
know the Cock is coming.
THE GUINEA-HEN [Delighted.] To-day? He is coming to-day? [She announces to the general company, enthusiastically.] Chantecler!
THE PEACOCK [Slightly miffed.] A far greater triumph lies in store for you, fair friend.
THE GUINEA-HEN
Triumph? [The PEACOCK nods mysteriously.]
What triumph?
THE PEACOCK
[Walking away from her.] You shall see.
THE GUINEA-HEN
[Following him.] Of what triumph are you speaking?