The woman has gone into the cave.
She sets up her loom there
For the weaving of Hosonuno,
Thin as the heart of Autumn.
SHITE
The suitor for his part, holding his charm-sticks,
Knocks on a gate which was barred.
TSURE
In old time he got back no answer,
No secret sound at all
Save....
SHITE The sound of the loom.
TSURE
It was a sweet sound like katydids and crickets,
A thin sound like the Autumn.
SHITE It was what you would hear any night.
TSURE