Mandarin—Your overwhelming grief at my bereavement becomes a servant, but let not the pockets of your eyes fill with tears. Bear her to the house. She shall be whipped alive! (Kwen-lin shudders.) The sublime wasp shakes at that?
Chang-sut-yen—(Bending over Kwen-lin, and looking into her wide open eyes.) It was a death throe, exalted one.
Mandarin—Can your arms support her?
Chang-sut-yen—I lift a Cherry Blossom with more effort.
Mandarin—Speak not of Cherry Blossoms. Pick her up. (Chang starts to lift Kwen-lin.) No, no, that is not wise. How shall we do it?
Chang-sut-yen—(Craftily.) I can guard the crystal vase of her departed soul, while you go for help.
Mandarin—It had not penetrated my disturbed brain. I go for help.
(Exit Mandarin.)
Kwen-lin—(Sitting up.) Superb love mate!
Chang-sut-yen—(Hurriedly.) Augustly enter the world of the venerable dead again, luscious one, your honorable father looks this way.