Wong Fe
But wait—there is time. You must guess once more! Oh, you are slow as ten turns of a river! There!
(Turns his head with her hands, then snatches the stiletto, stabs herself and falls. He turns, kneels dazedly, and takes her in his arms as she dies. Ching and Makuro enter.)
Ching
The boat— (Stops in consternation.)
Makuro (softly)
Master, I did not ask this price.
Shun (rising)
It is paid.
(CURTAIN)