MISS CROW, _her Daughter_.
MASTER FOX.
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[MADAM CROW _sits in the tree. Enter_ MISS CROW. _She carries a large piece
of cheese in her mouth._]
MADAM. O joy! O joy! Come, dear daughter, come! We'll dine as if we were
queen and princess!
[_Miss Crow flies to Madam Crow. Enter_ MASTER FOX.]
FOX. I bid you good morning, dear madam.
MADAM. Good morning to you, dear sir.
FOX (_sitting under tree_). With your permission, I'll speak with your
daughter.
MADAM. She'll be pleased to listen, that she will--you are so clever.
FOX (_modestly_). Nay, madam, not so clever, only thoughtful.
[_He sighs deeply twice._]
MADAM. You have something on your mind.
FOX (_sighing_). Yes, dear madam,--I am thinking of your daughter.
MADAM. Then speak! Speak now, sir!--at once, sir!
FOX. I speak. O sweet Miss Crow, how beautiful your wings are!
MADAM (_pleased_). Do you hear that, daughter?
[_Miss Crow nods, spreading her wings proudly._]
FOX. I speak again. How bright your eye, dear maid! How graceful your neck!
MADAM. Bend your neck, child! Now bend it well that he may better see your
grace.
[_Miss Crow bends neck twice._]
FOX.
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