Act I
Scene III
Lady Xiaoyu: L I N G ! Ling! Ling! Ling! Panda.
Panda, where's my daughter? call her forth to me.
Panda: I bade her come. God forbid! Ling! Ling! Ling!
Ling: Madam, I am here. What is your will?
Lady Xiaoyu: Panda, give leave awhile, We must talk in secret.
Panda, come back again; I have remember'd me, thou's
hear our counsel. Panda, Thou know'st my daughter's
of a pretty age.
Panda: Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed.
Lady Xiayou: By my count, I was your mother much upon these years,
You are now a maid. Thus then in brief: The valiant
Hwoarang seeks you for his love.
Panda: A man, young lady! Lady, such a man As all the world-
-why, he's a man of wax.
Lady Xiaoyu: Verona's summer hath not such a flower.
Panda: Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower.
Lady Xiaoyu: This night you shall behold him at our feast; Read
o'er the volume of young Hwoarang's face, And find
delight writ there with beauty's pen; This precious
book of love, this unbound lover, To beautify him,
only lacks a cover: So shall you share all that he
doth possess, By having him, making yourself no less.
Panda: Nay, bigger; women grow by men.
Lady Xiaoyu: Speak briefly, can you like of Hwoarang's love?
Ling: I'll look to like, if looking liking move: But no
more deep will I endart mine eye Than your consent to
give strength to make it fly.
Lee: Madam, the guests are come.
Lady Xiaoyu: Go! We follow thee. Ling, Blah!
Panda: Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.