That kings might give their crowns to call it
Their treasure house?
[A deep hush falls on the assembly. Calaf stands, silent, swaying.
Slowly he totters and falls on the steps of Capo’s Throne.
There, as Harlequin raises him, Capo whispers swiftly at his ear. Suddenly then, fixing his eyes on Turandot, who stands pale and rigid, Calaf speaks thrillingly.]
CALAF
A beggar’s wallet.
TURANDOT
[With a low cry, holding her side]
Ah!