Or heal, this beggar’s heart I bring?
TURANDOT
Ah me!
[No longer suppressing her feelings, she kisses the wallet passionately.]
How have you guessed my soul? How have you guessed?
CAPO.
The souls of lovers are my specialty.—
When princesses grow pale, and beggars swoon,
Then I bring forth my wallet—and prescribe.
TURANDOT