Chang-sut-yen—May your golden finger nails grow, and grow, and grow, until they grasp all wealth and honor. (Singing.) Bor lo un doy, bor lo un doy, chin lo, chin lo, bor lo un doy.
(Exit Chang, singing.)
Mandarin—He is a faithful dog, who begs but a kick to make him lick my hand. I have given him too many tasks. He is bereft of his toad mind. I dislike a man who sings as he works. Life does not plan it so.
Chorus—Kwen-lin, Bright Water-Lily, comes to meet her lover.
(Enter Kwen-lin, singing. Property Man hands her a branch of blossoms.)
Kwen-lin—(Singing.) Bor lo un doy, bor lo un doy, chin lo, chin lo, bor lo un doy.
Mandarin—The mad one croaked that. (Turns back and sings.) Bor lo un doy, bor lo un doy, chin lo,—
Kwen-lin—(Clasping him.) Supreme lover! The happy breezes dance when your voice is the lute.
Mandarin—My important ears to be so assailed! The world box collapses, and tumbles round me.
Kwen-lin—Noble father! I thought it was my—