Then I must wake and tear my flesh for grief
That I was born Princess of Pekin. Oh,
Little Zelima, let me dream I am
A beggar-maid, or he, my beggar—a prince!
ZELIMA
I hope your royal father hears no word
Of this, my lady. He would kill your lover
Sooner than you should wed him.
TURANDOT
I know it well.