On the right she will arrange it tastefully with flowers,
Her lips she will color with blood-red vermilion,
And a gem of chrysoprase will she place in the dragon’s-head tuft;
Then, having completed her toilet, she will return to the door,
And sit down to look at the jar mender.
[Exit.]
[Niu Chau sits down, straps the jar on his knee, and arranges his tools before him, and as he drills holes for the clamps, sings—]
Every hole drilled requires a pin,
And every two holes drilled requires pins a pair.
As I raise my head and look around—