MRS. HO
Did you read the plays that your brother wrote?SUNNY
What do you mean?MRS. HO
Those called, “The Provinces.”SUNNY
I glanced them over.MRS. HO
He wrote them in your name.SUNNY
What do we do?(SUNNY’s MAN FRIEND calls from offstage.)
MAN FRIEND (Offstage)
(Loudly)Sunny, are there noodles?
SUNNY
Wait a minute, Yicheng! My mother is conspiring!(To MRS. HO)
What do you propose to do?
MRS. HO
I will bring up a suit to him in a court of law.SUNNY
Really? I know that you and he have been . . . strange, lately. But a court of law?MRS. HO
We are misrepresented.SUNNY
Well . . . . Who will be your lawyer?MRS. HO
A man I met once on a street.SUNNY
Who will be your judge?MRS. HO
The Pope in Rome. Only a pope will be adequate. But not a recent pope. One from the Renaissance.(The arras quivers in expectation.)
MRS. HO (Continued)
(Seeing the arras)Shhh!
SUNNY
You don’t think . . .?MRS. HO
I have letters to write.(Exeunt, severally.)
END OF PROLOGUE.
