Sem. You would? I know
A greater thing than this.
Art. What, sister?
Sem. (Letting the crown fall) Love.
Art. O, she is crazed! This is some evil work!
Bring in the captive Husak! He shall speak!
Sem. O, brother, once I thought thy love was truest
That ever husband gave to wife, but now
It showeth dark against my lover’s truth!
Art. Semiramis ... sweet sister ... What dost mean?
... I ’ll know the cause of this! Call in the prince
With Husak!
Sem. Prince?
Art. Ay ... Khosrove, whom we found
In chains—I know not why—and I unbound him,
Recalling how he saved my life,—but now
I ’ll know what thou hast suffered at his hands!
Sem. You found him bound? I can not hear—or see!
Art. She swoons—she dies—O, true, we are too late!