Nin. A day! You ’ve hurried then! I bade you fill
His wounds with mortal but a lingering bane!
Go, have him brought within! He must not die
Without my foot upon his neck!
(As Vassin is going) What said
The queen?
Vas. She cried ‘My brother ’s lost!’
Nin. No more?
Vas. O, then her soul put sorrow’s grandeur on,
And those about her saw a noble storm;
But yet so proud her royal eyes, each drop
That fell from them were worth a world
To him for whom they fell!
Nin. (Aside) He loves the queen!
(Enter Semiramis, left, centre)
Sem. Is this thing true my lord? O, surely Heaven
Will cry out ‘No’ though thou must answer ‘Ay!’
Nin. (To Vassin) Go! (Exit Vassin, right front)
Sem. Is it true?