Sem. Die? No! O, sir, you would not slay your son?
Hus. This loathsome thing is not my flesh!
Sem. Thy son!
Hus. We have no son. Armenia has no heir.
Bear him away!
Sem. (Holding out her hands) My chains! Dost think I ’ll owe
My life to him? Thou know’st not yet my pride!
Bind me and set him free!
Hus. (Thunderingly) No! Husak breaks
No oath! We’re not a god as Nineveh,
And bold to mock at Heaven!
Khos. (To Semiramis) I knew the price,
And chose to pay it. ’Tis my wish. Farewell!
(Guards bear him out)
Hus. (To Semiramis) Go free to Nineveh!
Sem. No! O, kill me!