I parch and drink dream-water. Would you dash
That boon from my soul’s lips?
TURANDOT
Nay, then, no more!
Hear now my riddles.—But, I pray you, look not
This way, but elsewhere.
CALAF
I will close my eyes
And look upon you, listening.—I am ready.
[Closing his eyes, he waits with a faint smile]