Sem. I beg you go!
Assyria ’s in your hands!
Khos. Nay, in my heart!
Nin. Come, Artavan! No more delay! Your troops
Await before the citadel.
Khos. I go,
My lord.
(Confusion without, left rear. Enter an officer)
Off. Pardon, your majesty! A man
Who says he ’s brother to the queen, makes bold
To press before you!
Nin. Yet another brother?
Sem. No, no, my lord!
Off. He comes from Husak’s camp.
Sem. It is some madman surely, or a spy
Who plays his wits are lost and takes this way
To force into the court!