Why lost, my Lady?
The emperor promised you to search the city
And find your beggar.
TURANDOT
Capo’s promises
Are like himself—all lies. Nay, I must answer
This false Khan’s riddle, or be doomed to-morrow.
But how?—“His true-born name, his father’s fame—”
Where shall I find the clue? Ah, heartless fate
And stony hearted men!