Lady!
[Snatching from Zelima a little dagger, she lifts it and strikes at her own breast. Leaping to the throne, Calaf intercepts her and turns the dagger against himself]
CALAF
Not you, my love!
CAPO.
Disarm them!
ALTOUM
Turandot!
[Amid uproar, the four Maskers rush upon Calaf and wrest from him the dagger]
TURANDOT