But let in your blithe playfellow——”
and Turandot, sobbing beside Zelima on her bench in the harem, awakes from her haunting dream of Keedur Khan.
Zelima bends over her.
“Alas, my lady, what ails you? You cried in your swoon!”
The merry voices of the Maskers outside sing louder.
“Oh, I have dreamed, Zelima! Drive them away!”
Thus follows the first spoken scene of Act Third, as here printed.
As acted, the stage management and lighting of this pantomime have been movingly devised by Mr. J. C. Huffman.
Here in description its visionary quality can only be suggested.