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18. Act III Scene 1



The GUINEA-HEN, HENS, DUCKS, etc.; the PHEASANT-HEN, the BLACKBIRD, later PATOU.

At the rise of the curtain, multitudinous clatter and confused swarming of HENS and CHICKENS.

THE GUINEA-HEN [Going impetuously from one to the other.] How do you do? How do you do?--There is scarcely room to move! My guests reach all the way to the cucumber patch!

CHORUS [Up in the air.] Busily buzzing--

THE GUINEA-HEN A regular crush!

A HEN [Gazing at a row of huge pumpkins.] What attractive objects!

THE GUINEA-HEN Art pottery! Rather good of its kind, if I do say so!

A CHICK [Listening with his bill in the air.] Singers?

THE GUINEA-HEN Yes,--

CHORUS Busily buzzing--

THE GUINEA-HEN [In her sprightliest manner.] The Wasps! [To a CHICKEN.] How do you do? [She flits from one guest to the other.]

THE WASPS
Busily buzzing
Estival glees.
Fill we with murmurs
The mulberry trees
;

THE PHEASANT-HEN [Passing with the BLACKBIRD and laughing.] So you were caught?

THE BLACKBIRD [Finishing his story.] Exactly as if a hat had been plumped down over me. But I managed by beating my wings to throw off the beastly pot. [Looking around him.] Chantecler has not come yet?

THE PHEASANT-HEN [Surprised.] Is he coming?

PATOU [Suddenly appearing on the wheelbarrow, from whence he can watch the scene as from a pulpit.] I still hope he may change his mind.

THE BLACKBIRD Patou there, in the wheelbarrow?

PATOU [Shaking his surly head, and a bit of broken chain hanging from his collar.] Chantecler told me everything Blackbird, as he went by. In a towering rage I broke my chain, and am here to keep an eye on the wicked lot of you.

THE GUINEA-HEN [To the BLACKBIRD.] Has he invited himself to my party, that moth-eaten old thing?

CHORUS
[Among the trees.]
Our praises, Sun, our praises!

THE PHEASANT-HEN [Looking upward.] Music?

THE GUINEA-HEN The Cicadas!

CHORUS OF CICADAS
We simmer in thy gaze,
We bask beneath thy blaze,
Receive our grateful praise!


THE YOUNG GUINEA-COCK [Low and quickly to his mother.] Tsicadas, mother. You must pronounce it Tsi!

A MAGPIE [In black coat and white tie, announcing the guests as they arrive through a hole such as Chickens dig at the foot of hedges.] The Gander!

THE GANDER [Entering, jocularly.] What's all this fuss and feathers my lady? Our names called as we enter?

THE GUINEA-HEN [Demurely.] Yes, you see, expecting some rather great people, I thought it well to stand an usher at the blackthorn door.

THE MAGPIE [Announcing.] The Duck!

THE DUCK [Entering, impressed by the elegance of the occasion.] Here is style and grandeur indeed! Our names called!

THE GUINEA-HEN Yes, you see, expecting some rather great people--

THE MAGPIE The Turkey-hen!

THE TURKEY-HEN [Entering, after a supercilious glance.] This is quite more of an affair, my dear, than I was anticipating.--Names called!

THE GUINEA-HEN Yes, I had in the Magpie to supplement my usual staff.

CHORUS
[Among blossoming branches.]
Boom! Boom!
From bloom to bloom
;

THE TURKEY-HEN [Lifting her bill.] A Chorus?

THE GUINEA-HEN [Breezily.] The Bees!

CHORUS
Make distant flowers
Bride and groom!


THE TURKEY-HEN Wonders on every side!

THE GUINEA-HEN The Bees here, the Tsicadas yonder--[To a passing HEN.] How do you do? How do you do?

BEES [At the right.] Boom!

CICADAS [At the left.] Our praises!

BEES Boom!

CICADAS Our praises!

THE GUINEA-HEN [To the PHEASANT-HEN.] My garden produces the most remarkable of everything!

THE YOUNG GUINEA-COCK The brightest flowers!

THE GUINEA-HEN The big potatoes!

THE BLACKBIRD And peaches! Perfect peaches!

THE PHEASANT-HEN [Inconvenienced by the movement and the crowd, to the BLACKBIRD.] Let us stand out of the crowd a moment, behind this watering-pot.

THE BLACKBIRD The watering-pot, alias the Intermittent Baldpate, so called because there flows from his copper scalp when he is tilted a marvelous growth of silver hair.

THE GUINEA-HEN [Spying the CAT, who, outstretched along an apple-bough is watching with half-closed eyes.] I have among my guests the Cat.

THE BLACKBIRD Tomkyns de Tomkyns! [A BIRD is heard warbling in a tree.]

THE GUINEA-HEN I have the Chaffinch!

THE BLACKBIRD Let him chaff inchworms, what care we?

THE GUINEA-HEN The Darning-needle!

THE BLACKBIRD She shall mend up Ragged Robin, now's his chance!

PATOU [More and more disgusted.] All that is supposed to be funny!

THE GUINEA-HEN [Pecking a cabbage leaf from which roll drops of dew.] I have the Dew!

PATOU [Grimly.] Your witticism for her?

THE BLACKBIRD [Brightly.] Fresh-water pearls!

THE GUINEA-HEN [Pointing out several CHICKS walking among the crowd.] Have you seen them? I have several of the A.I.'s Chicks!

THE PHEASANT-HEN A.I.?

THE GUINEA-HEN The Acme Incubator.

THE PHEASANT-HEN Oh, have you?

THE GUINEA-HEN [Presenting the CHICKS.] All from the topmost compartment!

THE PHEASANT-HEN Indeed?

ONE OF THE CHICKS [Nudging his neighbour.] She is dumbfounded!

THE GUINEA-HEN [Contemptuously.] Eggs hatched by the old vulgar method, fie!

THE BLACKBIRD, Good Lord, exempt us!

THE MAGPIE [Announcing.] The Guinea-pig!

THE GUINEA-HEN It's the famous one, you know! The Guinea-pig who was inoculated--surely you remember the case--very well, that's the one! There you see him. I made a point of getting him to come. Everybody is here! I have everybody! I have--[To the GUINEA-PIG.] How do you do? [To the PHEASANT-HEN.] I have our great philosopher Tur-Key--Yes, it should be written with a hyphen--who will give us a little talk among the currant bushes under the tea-roses--[To a passing HEN.] How do you do? [To the PHEASANT-HEN.] Educational Tea or Currant Topics! [Whirling from one to the other.] Everyone is here, everyone of the slightest mark or consequence! The Pheasant-hen is here, in a frock from fairyland. The Duck is here, who is so good as to say he will recite for us by and by. The Tortoise is here--[Noticing that the TORTOISE is not there] I was mistaken, the Tortoise is not here. She is late.

THE BLACKBIRD [Affecting deep concern.] What is the little talk she seems so regrettably likely to miss?

THE GUINEA-HEN [Suddenly serious.] The Moral Problem.

THE BLACKBIRD What a pity!

[The GUINEA-HEN goes to the back, scattering greetings, in ecstasies of sociability.]

THE PHEASANT-HEN [To the BLACKBIRD.] Who is the Tortoise?

THE BLACKBIRD A hard old character, impervious, I fear, to moral problems, who goes in for walking matches in a loud check suit!

[Murmur among the hollyhocks.]

THE PHEASANT-HEN Listen, a Drone!

THE GUINEA-HEN [Briskly returning.] The Drone is here! In the bright light overhead, what a stylish figure of a fly!

THE BLACKBIRD No "at home" complete without it! Ladies cry for it! Won't be happy until--

THE GUINEA-HEN [Jumping up in the air toward the DRONE.] How do you do? How do you do? [She follows his flight with excited leaps and hops.]

THE BLACKBIRD [Touching his brow with his wing.] She is dotty!

THE GUINEA-HEN [At the back, with shrill GUINEA-HEN cries.] It's my last day! How do you do? My last day until August! Mondays in August, don't forget!

A HEN [Seeing cherries dropping around her.] Oh, cherries, look!

THE PHEASANT-HEN [Looking upward.] It is the Breeze!

THE GUINEA-HEN [Fluttering forward again, excited as ever.] I have the Breeze, who now and then shakes down a cherry! I never ask her. She comes unasked. What's-his-name is here! And What's-her-name is here, and--[To the back tumultuously.]

THE BLACKBIRD And Thingumbob, and Stick-in-the-mud! [He has arrived without appearance of design beneath the tree where the CAT is lying, and asks rapidly, under breath.] Cat, what about the conspiracy?

THE CAT [Who from his tree can see beyond the hedge.] It is afoot. I see the interminable file of phenomenal Cocks approaching, headed by the Peacock who comes to present them.

A CRY [Outside.] Ee--yong! [The CROWD throngs toward the entrance.]

PATOU [Grumbling.] That abominable concertina cry--

THE MAGPIE The Peacock!

THE PHEASANT-HEN [To the BLACKBIRD.] Have you a fancy name for him?

THE BLACKBIRD [Imitating the PEACOCK'S cry.] Our great Accordee-yong!