My lord. (KALAF:. What man is this? Some silly jest.) What, don't you know Skirina? (takes off the beard.) I'm so frightened! Disguised I've passed your guards, in these clothes tightened. I've got so much to tell. Your poor old tutor Is put in chains! Yes, nothing less would suit her. He's anxious for your life--he begs you'll sign Your name to show you're safe; just write one line To pacify him; or he'll all declare; The Princess Turandot's in such a flare. I tremble for my husband,--he's demented, Until you've kindly to his wish consented. I've brought a tablet--just your name indite To ease his mind. (KAL: To please him, I will write. Skirina, would'st thou traitress turn? Thy guest I've been.) ((aside.).) I promised I would do my best. But such reproaches down I cannot gulp, Not if my mistress beat me to a pulp. So Miss Adelma may play off her tricks Herself, (to KALAF.) Please don't your eyes thus on me fix. (whimpering.) I should have thought some slight consideration You would have felt for my sad situation. If you suspect me.

Skir Monologue from Turandot: The Chinese Sphinx

Rehearse Skir's monologue