Therefore, if we be kings or deuces hangs
On how the clever jester cuts his pack.
This cut I’m king, and
[Pointing to the Maskers]
red is trumps, not black.
So doff your mourning, daughter.
TURANDOT
If I am dreaming,
Or you are jesting, this is the pleasantest jest
My heart has dreamed in all one doleful year.