Sem. I ’m glad ’tis so.
Then he should value thee.
Khos. He does.
Sem. So much
That he will spare the life of Artavan
If we spare yours?
Khos. Who is this Artavan
Who evens me in price?
Sem. Menones’ son.
Khos. Menones? Governor of Nineveh?
Who fled my sword, fear-cold, and pale with terror?
Insult not Husak with so poor a suit!
That coward’s race—
Sem. Am I a coward, sir?
Khos. (In sudden dejection)
These fettered arms make answer, princess.
Sem. Nay,
I am Menones’ daughter,—Artavan
My brother!
Khos. Not the Assyrian princess? O,
Forgive me, lady! I am proud to be
Thy brother’s price!