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Turandot: The Chinese Sphinx
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'Twill not be easy my quick wit to pose.
I fancy I shall come off with éclat;
But if I fail, it does not matter, pshaw!
If in this enterprise I lose my life,
Present my compliments to your good wife;
My horse be hers, in payment of her trouble.
Heigho! this world's a dream, and life's a bubble!
(Going. Enter SKIRINA from the cottage.)
Reveal my name to none. Nay, do not cry,
You've wept me once before as dead. Goodbye.
SKIR
Why, what's the matter? You are melancholy.
BARAK
Oh, help me, wife, restrain this youth's mad folly;
He's off to Peking – means to dare the Sphinx!
SKIR
He's sure to die – my heart within me sinks!
What put such silly nonsense in your head?
You've got brain fever; bless you, go to bed.
KALAF
Pray save your breath. My fever needs no nurse
But Turandot's fair hand. Here, take my purse,
I have no farther need of money; for
I either die, or shall become an Emperor.
(Exit hastily into the city gate.)
BARAK (following him)
Dear master, hear me; stay; all, all in vain;
I ne'er shall see his blessèd face again!
SKIR
You know my stranger-guest? how very funny,
Let's try to catch him, and return his money.
BARAK
Wife, be not curious; no questions ask,
He's gifted with such mental powers, the task
Of coping with the Sphinx he may achieve —
His doom unto the gods we now must leave.
SKIR
We'll sacrifice a pig to great Fo-hi,
He'll perhaps contrive your handsome friend shan't die.
(Exeunt into the cottage.)
END OF ACT I
ACT II
SCENE. —Grand saloon of the Divan. L. Doors leading to the Emperor's apartment. R. Doors leading to TURANDOT's Hareem. Black slaves discovered, engaged in setting the saloon in order; TRUFFALDIN majestically directing them
TRUF
Come, look alive! His Majesty's Divan
Will soon assemble. Now, look sharp, my man!
A carpet for this throne; here sits her Highness;
Bring brooms, and sweep up all this horrid dry mess.
(Enter BRIGHELLA, looking around wonderingly.)
BRIG
I say, Truffaldin, what's this grand array?
The high Divan again – twice in one day?
TRUF. (without minding him)
Eight seats here for the doctors!
They're all muffs,
But look imposing in their brocade stuffs.
BRIG
Truffaldin, do you hear? What is the matter?
TRUF
How dare you make such a confounded clatter?
You stupid, don't you know the whole Divan
Are called to meet as quickly as they can?
Another suitor for my mistress' heart
Is anxious from his silly head to part.
BRIG
I fancy I shall come off with éclat;
But if I fail, it does not matter, pshaw!
If in this enterprise I lose my life,
Present my compliments to your good wife;
My horse be hers, in payment of her trouble.
Heigho! this world's a dream, and life's a bubble!
(Going. Enter SKIRINA from the cottage.)
Reveal my name to none. Nay, do not cry,
You've wept me once before as dead. Goodbye.
SKIR
Why, what's the matter? You are melancholy.
BARAK
Oh, help me, wife, restrain this youth's mad folly;
He's off to Peking – means to dare the Sphinx!
SKIR
He's sure to die – my heart within me sinks!
What put such silly nonsense in your head?
You've got brain fever; bless you, go to bed.
KALAF
Pray save your breath. My fever needs no nurse
But Turandot's fair hand. Here, take my purse,
I have no farther need of money; for
I either die, or shall become an Emperor.
(Exit hastily into the city gate.)
BARAK (following him)
Dear master, hear me; stay; all, all in vain;
I ne'er shall see his blessèd face again!
SKIR
You know my stranger-guest? how very funny,
Let's try to catch him, and return his money.
BARAK
Wife, be not curious; no questions ask,
He's gifted with such mental powers, the task
Of coping with the Sphinx he may achieve —
His doom unto the gods we now must leave.
SKIR
We'll sacrifice a pig to great Fo-hi,
He'll perhaps contrive your handsome friend shan't die.
(Exeunt into the cottage.)
END OF ACT I
ACT II
SCENE. —Grand saloon of the Divan. L. Doors leading to the Emperor's apartment. R. Doors leading to TURANDOT's Hareem. Black slaves discovered, engaged in setting the saloon in order; TRUFFALDIN majestically directing them
TRUF
Come, look alive! His Majesty's Divan
Will soon assemble. Now, look sharp, my man!
A carpet for this throne; here sits her Highness;
Bring brooms, and sweep up all this horrid dry mess.
(Enter BRIGHELLA, looking around wonderingly.)
BRIG
I say, Truffaldin, what's this grand array?
The high Divan again – twice in one day?
TRUF. (without minding him)
Eight seats here for the doctors!
They're all muffs,
But look imposing in their brocade stuffs.
BRIG
Truffaldin, do you hear? What is the matter?
TRUF
How dare you make such a confounded clatter?
You stupid, don't you know the whole Divan
Are called to meet as quickly as they can?
Another suitor for my mistress' heart
Is anxious from his silly head to part.
BRIG
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