[Her eyes flashing]
By heaven, cold prince, I see I wasted pity
Upon a heart of ice. Meet, then, your fate!
I will not weep to watch the headsman’s axe.
CALAF
I trust you will not, princess.—I am ready.
TURANDOT
[To Zelima]
O fiend! My fingers itch to scratch him.
[To Calaf]