Wong Fe
But these cow-girl's tatters! Would not my gown of meadow-green mist with the peach-gold underrobe make me less haggard?
So Siu
When your lord, Yu Tai Shun, returns from the hills he will say——
Wong Fe
Oh, what will he say?
So Siu
That the fairies have been your friends. They wove for you this robe of rose-leaves, and threw over you a gray cloud from the Witch's Mountain.
(Wong Fe trips gaily, then with sudden surrender begins to weep.)