With you I'll stay. Go, Go, obey my order. Butterfly remains motionless, lost in sorrowful thought. Suzuki's sobs are still heard, they die away by degrees. Butterfly has a conclusive movement.
Butterfly piously kisses the blade, holding it by the point and the handle with both hands.
Death with honour is better than life with dishonour. Go, play, play. Butterfly takes the child, seats him on a stool with his face turned to the left, gives him the American flag and a doll and urges him to play with them, while she gently bandages his eyes. Then she seizes the dagger, and with her eyes still fixed on the child, goes behind the screen. The knife is heard falling to the ground, and the large white veil disappears behind the screen.