Well, have you caught him?... Yes, yes!...As many as we wanted!... There are
thousands of them!... Here they are!... Do you see them?... (_Looking at the
birds, which he holds out to_ LIGHT, _and perceiving that they are dead_) Why,
they are dead!... What have they done to them?... Yours too, Mytyl?... Tylô's
also?... (_Angrily flinging down the dead bodies of the birds_) Oh, this is
too bad?... Who killed them?... I am too unhappy!... (_He hides his
head in his arms and his whole frame is shaken with sobs._)
thousands of them!... Here they are!... Do you see them?... (_Looking at the
birds, which he holds out to_ LIGHT, _and perceiving that they are dead_) Why,
they are dead!... What have they done to them?... Yours too, Mytyl?... Tylô's
also?... (_Angrily flinging down the dead bodies of the birds_) Oh, this is
too bad?... Who killed them?... I am too unhappy!... (_He hides his
head in his arms and his whole frame is shaken with sobs._)