[Reaching toward her, Calaf holds up the withered rose.
Gazing, Turandot pauses an instant, moves past, but, looking back, staggers, trembling]
TURANDOT
Ah me!
[Swaying, she swoons in the arms of her slave, Zelima]
ZELIMA
My lady!
CAPO.
[Rushing toward her, with Altoum]
Quick! She’s falling!