On the left, her hair is comb’d into a dragon’s head tuft;
On the right it is adorn’d tastefully with flowers.
Her lips are like plums, her mouth is all smiles,
Her eyes are as brilliant as the phœnix’s; and
She stands on golden lilies, but two inches long.
I look again, another look,—down drops the jar.
(The jar at this moment falls, and is broken to pieces.)
(Speaks) Heigh-ya! Here then is a dreadful smash!
Lady W. You have but to replace it with another, and do so quickly.
Niu Chau. For one that was broken, a good one must be given.