Pant monologue (Act 3) — Turandot: The Chinese Sphinx

Great Prince, you're compassed round about with traps. If we don't keep you in our eye--perhaps The Sphinx may have you murdered. To prevent Unpleasant little accidents we're sent By his celestial Majesty, to take you In our safe custody. We'll not forsake you. (_to_ BARAK.) And you're her spy, I do believe; get out! And mind your own affairs, Sir Pry-about. (_to_ KALAF.) As Minister, I hope I may make bold To say "Sweet Prince, take care you are not sold." Pray whisper not your name to any one Except to me, your friend. I'll blab to none. On my discretion you may safe repose, Confide in me; your name I'll not disclose. No more than I would jump right o'er the moon.