Sem. My lord!
Nin. This is your grief! Your brother! Ha!
Sem. Your majesty—
Nin. Not majesty! Fool! Fool!
Ho, there! Bring in the Armenian! You shall see
This noble prince! So brave—so proud—so fair!
Her brother! O, fool, fool, fool!
Sem. This the king?
Nin. Why, I ’m a fool, my lady!
(Guards enter right front with a half lifeless body)
Look on him!
He ’s had some kisses since you saw him last
That struck full deep!
Sem. (Staggering back) Is that—
Nin. Ay, it is he!
Look on him! ’Tis your Khosrove! Your—