Chantecler - Play in Four Acts by Edmond Rostand
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handsomer dog?--No, they deceived me for a miserable cur!--[_Roaring in
sudden wrath._] For whom?--For whom, do you suppose? CHANTECLER [_Retreating._] You alarm me! PATOU For a low-down dachshund who trod on his own ears! THE BLACKBIRD [_Who has overheard_ PATOU'S _last words, sticking his head between the bars of his cage._] Still harping on the dachshund, is he? What's the odds, old chappie? You were the goat!--How does being the goat matter? PATOU But you up there, scoffing at everything, who are you, may one ask? BLACKBIRD I'm the pet of the poultry yard! PATOU Bad luck is what you'll bring them! BLACKBIRD A prophecy-sharp?--Say, wisteria, we are twisted up with laughter! [_He comes out of his cage and hops to the ground._] PATOU [_As he approaches_] Grrrrrrr-- |
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