Nin. Art ready for thy king?
Sem. I am—
And yet—a word before I go! Thou know’st
That Khosrove is my prisoner—
Nin. Khosrove! He!
We thought him slain!
Sem. Nay, sir—
Nin. A prisoner!
O, welcome gift! We ask no other dower!
Sem. But, gracious lord—
Nin. (Turning to entrance) Ho, Vassin! Khosrove ’s taken!
Go! Find him out and drag him straight to dungeon!
Bind him with chains until he can not move,
Till we ’ve devised some bitter way of death!
Vas. (Without) I haste, my lord!
Nin. At last my enemy is ’neath my feet!
(Returning to Semiramis)