a likeness.

THE PIGEON
Not at all. Not in the very least. [_Contemplating_ CHANTECLER _with a
very different eye from the_ BLACKBIRD'S.] What I see, beneath that
quivering hemlet, is Summer's glorious and favoured knight, who, from a
groaning wain at evening borrowing its golden harvest-robe has arrayed
himself in this, and lifts it from the dust with a gleaming sickle!

CHANTECLER
[_On the wall, in a long guttural sigh._] Coa--

THE BLACKBIRD
When he makes that noise in his throat, he either is in love, or
preparing some poetic outburst.

CHANTECLER
[_Motionless on the wall, with head high._] Blaze forth in
glory!--Dazzle--

THE BLACKBIRD
He's letting off hot air!

CHANTECLER
Irradiate the world!

A HEN
Now he pauses--one claw lifted--

CHANTECLER