Arm. With the first hoof-beat ringing from the north!
Sol. (At curtains, drowsily)
I ’ll be—awake.
(Goes in)
Had. She ’ll sleep now.
Arm. Ay, she must.
Had. And I ’d not call her for god Bel himself!
Arm. Hark! (Goes to entrance)
’Tis a horseman!
Had. (Following him) Two!
Arm. Right! We must rouse
The lady Semiramis.
Had. Make sure ’tis he. (They step out)