Chantecler - Play in Four Acts by Edmond Rostand
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page 84 of 310 (27%)
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No mistaking the symptoms! He is very much in love. THE GUINEA-HEN [_Presenting her son to the_ PHEASANT-HEN.] The Guinea-cock, my son. THE YOUNG GUINEA-COCK [_Looking admiringly at the_ PHEASANT-HEN.] What a jolly shade of blond! A HEN [_Disparagingly._] Like butter! CHANTECLER [_Turning, dryly to the_ HENS.] It is time you went indoors. THE PHEASANT-HEN [_Amiably._] So soon? CHANTECLER They retire early. A HEN [_A little mortified._] Yes, we must turn in. THE PHEASANT-HEN They go in by a ladder! THE GUINEA-HEN [_To the_ PHEASANT-HEN.] Let us be great friends, my dear, shall we? |
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