Part 10 (2/2)

If prayers can move you, I myself will beg: Desist! Put not my sharp mind to the test.

It is my only pride, the only weapon Heaven gave me. And I know that I should die If any man were victor of my mind.

Claim not my riddles then. There still is time.

Else naught awaits you save a shameful death.

CALAF.

Voice of a G.o.ddess, body of an angel, Rare mind, unparalleled intelligence, Are gathered in one woman's being here.

Who calls the man a fool that risks his life For treasures such as these? Princess, your own High understanding cannot fail but see That as your gifts in greater glory s.h.i.+ne, As your refusal is more violent, So many more the hearts you set on fire.

Had I a thousand lives, I would with joy, For your sake, Princess, die a thousand deaths.

ZELIMA.

Be kind! Three easy riddles. He deserves them.

ADELMA (_aside_).

Would he were mine! He is a prince. That I Had known it then, ere I became a slave!

Now I do love him with a threefold strength.

Oh, why is love for ever weak in courage?

(_Aside to_ TURANDOT.)

Princess, take care! Your honour is at stake!

TURANDOT (_aside_).

So it was fated one should come at last And teach me pity! Heart, be firm and cold!

(_To_ CALAF, _vehemently_.)

Up, thou rash champion, gird thee for the fight!

ALTOUM (_to_ CALAF).

Are you still obstinate!

CALAF.

I said just now, Death give me, or else give me Turandot.

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