Khos. (Ironically)
Assyria’s queen should know!
Sem. She does!
(Re-enter Sumbat and officers)
Sum. Unbound!
Sem. Ay, he is free! We only wait the word
Of gracious Ninus. Guard him until then,
We charge you, Sumbat. Keep you nearest him.
(Exeunt Sumbat and officers with Khosrove)
Sem. My father now! He must have heard the shouts
Of victory, yet still he hides himself.
... The king asked not for love. He is Assyria.
I would not lessen him by love. Not yet....
’Tis my triumphant arms he weds. The heart
Must sleep....
Voice of guard at entrance. The king approaches!
Sem. Ah!... The king!
His word, and all is done. I ’ll speak to him
Before I see my father. Then I may say
‘Thou art forgiven, and Artavan is safe!’
... And Khosrove ... safe.... The royal chariot!...
O, mother, send thy doves—I am once more
A babe!
(The king enters alone)