It is only a tree Creaking in the night wind. Third Chinese. There would be no creaking In the windless pavilions. First Chinese. So far the lady of the present ballad Would have been studied By the hermit and his candle With much philosophy; And possibly the emperor would have cried, "More light!" But it is a way with ballads That the more pleasing they are The worse end they come to; For here it was also represented That the lady was poor— The hermit's candle would have thrown Alarming shadows, And the emperor would have held The porcelain in one hand... She was represented as clinging To that sweaty tragedian, And weeping up the hill. Second Chinese. It does not sound like an elopement. First Chinese. It is a doleful ballad, Fit for keyholes. Third Chinese. Shall we hear more? Second Chinese. Why not? Third Chinese. We came for isolation, To rest in sunrise. Second Chinese. But this will be a part of sunrise, And can you tell how it will end?— Venetian, Egyptian, Contorted glass...

Second Chinese Monologue from Three Travelers Watch a Sunrise

Rehearse Second Chinese's monologue