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Turandot: The Chinese Sphinx
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Forgotten e'er its life be spent.
What is this tree, so young, so old,
So sunny warm, so icy cold?
KALAF. (ponders awhile, then bows to the Princess) —
Too happy is your slave, divine Princess,
If nothing harder he may have to guess;
This ancient tree which ever buds anew,
Which sun and shade, man's age and deeds doth shew,
It is "a year," revolving day and night.
PANT. (joyfully.)
Shake hands, Tartaglia, I'm quite sure he's right!
TART
A-a-as-ass-tounding! Sono contentissimo!
DOCTORS (having opened the papers)
Eureka! Optime! Optissimo!
(Flourish of gongs and cymbals.)
ALT. (graciously.)
Fo-hi protects thee, son; He'll save thy life.
ADELMA (aside.)
Ye gods, let not my rival be his wife,
Though I rejoice her vanity is vext.
SKIR
I hope he'll be as clever at the next!
TUR
Shall he outwit me? No, by sun and moon;
(to KALAF.) Your joy's precocious – triumph not too soon.
(Rises and declaims) —
Canst thou the fragile mirror name,
Reflecting all creation on its limpid face;
'Tis closed within a narrow frame,
Yet compasses high heav'n's blue vault of endless space.
This crystal is of priceless worth,
But yet the poor possess it, nor possession pay;
It is the brightest gem on earth,
It gives and yet receives its heaven-born brilliant ray.
What is this mirror bright and clear,
Free given to all, to all so dear?
KALAF (ponders, then bows to the Princess)
Your mystery's not hard to penetrate;
The mirror you describe so small, so great,
So priceless, so benign, "the eye" must be,
A heaven 'twill show if thine speak love to me.
PANT. (embraces TART.)
He's shot the bull's-eye through the very middle.
SKIR
I never knew his equal at a riddle.
DOCTORS (having opened the papers)
Eureka! Optime! Optissimo!
(Flourish of gongs and cymbals.)
TART
Bravo-o-o! Bravissimo! Benissimo!
ALT
I give you joy; you are a clever fellow!
PANT
Our Chinese Sphinx with rage is turning yellow.
ADELMA
In vain the Fates themselves would seek to foil me;
My rival shall not of my love despoil me.
SKIR
I wish to Fo-hi all was fairly over!
ADEL. (to Turandot.)
What is this tree, so young, so old,
So sunny warm, so icy cold?
KALAF. (ponders awhile, then bows to the Princess) —
Too happy is your slave, divine Princess,
If nothing harder he may have to guess;
This ancient tree which ever buds anew,
Which sun and shade, man's age and deeds doth shew,
It is "a year," revolving day and night.
PANT. (joyfully.)
Shake hands, Tartaglia, I'm quite sure he's right!
TART
A-a-as-ass-tounding! Sono contentissimo!
DOCTORS (having opened the papers)
Eureka! Optime! Optissimo!
(Flourish of gongs and cymbals.)
ALT. (graciously.)
Fo-hi protects thee, son; He'll save thy life.
ADELMA (aside.)
Ye gods, let not my rival be his wife,
Though I rejoice her vanity is vext.
SKIR
I hope he'll be as clever at the next!
TUR
Shall he outwit me? No, by sun and moon;
(to KALAF.) Your joy's precocious – triumph not too soon.
(Rises and declaims) —
Canst thou the fragile mirror name,
Reflecting all creation on its limpid face;
'Tis closed within a narrow frame,
Yet compasses high heav'n's blue vault of endless space.
This crystal is of priceless worth,
But yet the poor possess it, nor possession pay;
It is the brightest gem on earth,
It gives and yet receives its heaven-born brilliant ray.
What is this mirror bright and clear,
Free given to all, to all so dear?
KALAF (ponders, then bows to the Princess)
Your mystery's not hard to penetrate;
The mirror you describe so small, so great,
So priceless, so benign, "the eye" must be,
A heaven 'twill show if thine speak love to me.
PANT. (embraces TART.)
He's shot the bull's-eye through the very middle.
SKIR
I never knew his equal at a riddle.
DOCTORS (having opened the papers)
Eureka! Optime! Optissimo!
(Flourish of gongs and cymbals.)
TART
Bravo-o-o! Bravissimo! Benissimo!
ALT
I give you joy; you are a clever fellow!
PANT
Our Chinese Sphinx with rage is turning yellow.
ADELMA
In vain the Fates themselves would seek to foil me;
My rival shall not of my love despoil me.
SKIR
I wish to Fo-hi all was fairly over!
ADEL. (to Turandot.)
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