Why did your little dagger fail me? Now
I have no pluck of soul to try once more.
ZELIMA
The gods forbid! ’Twere very wicked, Lady:
And him, that saved you, and gave back your freedom
So gentlemanly!
TURANDOT
Ha! and caught me again
With his own riddle! Heaven, I hate him. Yet—
Zelima, did you see his eyes?