Part 27 (1/2)
What the devil _is_ the fellow raving about?
Women, those d.a.m.ned women! They've been at him the whole night, not half, and his brain's collapsed! h.e.l.lo, you! Present arms! Dress your ranks! March!
(_Exeunt._ _Music of drums and other instruments of war._)
END OF THE SECOND ACT.
THE THIRD ACT
SCENE I
_The great hall of the imperial Divan. In the ā€¯background, covered by a curtain, an altar with a Chinese idol; two priests standing beside it._ ALTOUM _on his throne, the doctors on their cus.h.i.+ons_, PANTALONE _and_ TARTAGLIA _on each side of the_ EMPEROR.
ALTOUM, PANTALONE, TARTAGLIA, _the_ DOCTORS, _the_ GUARDS. _Later_ CALAF.
(_Enter_ CALAF _excitedly from right_. _He looks round uneasily and suspiciously._ _When he arrives at the middle of the room he bows to_ ALTOUM.)
CALAF (_aside_).
How's this? No trace of ambushed murderers?
Did the slave lie? Can Turandot have found The names out, and rescinded her commands?
Then I lose all. Death had been better far.
ALTOUM.
My son, you seem excited and in fear, And I were fain had you a merry face.
Now all is well. Your sorrows are at end.
Glad tidings that concern you I will save A little while. As for my daughter, she Is yours. She sent to me thrice in the night Pet.i.tioning release from this encounter.
Therefore I charge you, son, be of good cheer!
PANTALONE.
Heaven knows, my dearest Royal Highness, I myself had to trot off in the night to pay a call on her Royal Highness in the Seraglio and receive her most ill.u.s.trious commands. I didn't even have the time to tumble into my slippers and get dressed properly. And it was so cold, Heaven knows (_coughs_), I'm s.h.i.+vering yet. Never mind! Never mind!
TARTAGLIA.
They fetched me out of bed at 5 a.m. It was just beginning to get light a bit. She made me stand in front of her half an hour while she went on whining something or other. For sheer cold and vexation I talked the most clotted nonsense to her. (_Aside._) It would have suited my humour better if I could have given her a downright good spanking.
ALTOUM.
You see yourself: she is so slow in coming.