(Hurries toward curtains right, rear, and stops at exit)
No ... I ’ll wait. This joy is dead
If Artavan be lost!
(Sola springs toward her with a cry)
Sol. Be lost? Ah, no!
Where is he? Oh, not lost!
Sem. He pushed too far
Amid the flying troops.
Sol. And you—you stole
His last look from my eyes!
Sem. He may be saved.
For Sumbat followed him. He must be saved!
We ’ll hope till Sumbat comes.
Sol. O, you know naught
Of love!
Sem. I was his sister, Sola, ere
He made thee wife.
Sol. A sister! O, such love
Is nothing! Thou wilt smile at it
If ever thou ’rt a wife!