This silken girdle from my slender waist;
I knot it thus, and thus, and form a noose,
This by my own hand round my neck is placed.
“With my own hands the ends are tightly drawn,
And I die thus”—scarce had the words been said—
A few brief struggles, and Yang-fei had gone
“With all her inperfections on her head.”
“Hide her from my sight!
Let me not see
That face so ghastly white—