Break her accursed thrall!
Too long we have borne it—
This night, we have sworn it—
Her life pays for all!
Where is she,—your minion,—frail Yang Kuei-fei?
Drag her forth—the vile traitress! our daggers would see
If in her fair body the blood flows more pure
Than in those of your subjects who have had to endure
Wrongs, which her arts have heaped on them for years:[19]
Whose bread has been moistened by blood, sweat and tears!