Shun
No—no. (Sits down.) They must go.
Wong Fe (laying her hand on his shoulder)
What voice dost thou hear, and wilt not answer?
Shun
Nothing—nothing.
Wong Fe
You will not long be deaf between the beating of our two hearts. You will hear and go. That is why I long for the death-fairy to come in my hour of happiness. You have joined with strong men to lift a heavy yoke from the world. My smiles cannot feed your spirit. Go with your friends. Let the whistle of the boat part us.
Shun
The cassia-tree may draw itself from earth, and walk on feet of roots through the world, but I cannot divide my days from yours, for you are myself, Wong Fe.