Nin. From you? So, so!
Sem. (In surprise) I was my father’s head and hand, my lord.
Who knows the guardian locks and wards and plans
Secretive for thy safety but myself?
Whom thou dost choose must learn somewhat of me.
Nin. Ay, you ’ll nob heads together!
Sem. Sir?
Nin. Well, well—
I ’ll choose a man!
Sem. Strange ... but he is the king!
... Ah, Khosrove! Artavan!... Nay, I will think
Of nothing but my duty to the crown!...
... “And with a father and a brother lost—”
(Enter Sola, left, front. She sees that Semiramis is alone and advances)
Sem. “Though thou wert worshipped, thou couldst not be happy!”
Sol. Tell me! When does he come?