Your Excellency, news excellent I bring-- You'll hear a wonderfully wondrous thing. (KAL: Speak on, good vision; I am all attention.) T'explain in plainest words is my intention. The keeper of the Hareem stands before you! But that's not here nor there; so I'll not bore you With all my titles. The Princess Turandot Right thro' the heart by Cupid's dart is shot! I would not flatt'ringly your Highness flatter With mincing terms, nor will I mince the matter. My mistress is distracted to--distraction By your attractive personal--attraction. If truth I speak not, may the high Fo-hi Grind all my bones to make his next meat-pie! (KAL: So far, so good; what hast thou more to say?) Be not impatient, Royal Highness, pray. My mistress is a tiger-cat--(permit The term; tho' coarse, 'tis graphically fit.) She gnashes her white teeth with frantic ire, And raves against you, "Robbers, murder, fire!" If truth I speak not, may the high Fo-hi Make mince-meat of me for his sacred pie.

Truf Monologue from Turandot: The Chinese Sphinx

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