Butterfly addresses it passionately; then, telling it to play, seats it upon a stool, puts an American flag into its hands, a bandage around its eyes.

Again she takes dagger and veil and goes behind a screen.

The dagger is heard to fall.

Butterfly totters out from behind the screen with a veil wound round her neck.
She staggers to the child and falls, dying, at its feet.

Pinkerton rushes in with a cry of horror and falls on his knees, while Sharpless gently takes up the child.
I have no desire to comment disparagingly upon the denouement of the book of Mr.Long or the play of Mr.Belasco which Puccini and his librettists followed; but in view of the origin of the play a bit of comparative criticism seems to be imperative.