Chantecler - Play in Four Acts by Edmond Rostand
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tricks again!
THE BLACKBIRD Dog, it seems to stimulate you agreeably! PATOU [_With ears up-pricked and shining eyes._] Yes! [_Suddenly, as if controlling himself, passionately._] No--! THE BLACKBIRD What affects you so? PATOU Oh, horrible, horrible! A poor little partridge perhaps-- THE BLACKBIRD Is that streaming eye, my friend, a result of age or rheumatism? PATOU Neither! But I have within me several dogs, and there is conflict amidst me. My hunter's nostril twitches at a shot, but, directly, my house-dog's memory raises before me a bleeding wing, the glazing eye of a doe, the pathos of a rabbit's dying look--and I feel the heart of a Saint Bernard waking in my breast! [_Another shot._] CHANTECLER Again? |
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