Turandot! Lady beloved!
[Standing in a shaft of vague light, the Figure of Harlequin lifts cautiously a vial and, unstopping it, dances softly three times around the divan; then pauses close to Calaf, who murmurs once more]
Princess! Love.
THE FIGURE OF HARLEQUIN
[Chants in a low voice]
Reveal, O dreamer: What is he,
His true-born name,
His father’s fame,
Who, desperate for love of me,
Assumed from far Beloochistan