Khos. I ’ll thrust him out!
He may mean danger to your person.
Nin. Nay,
We ’ll sport with him. Let him come in!
(Exit Officer)
Sem. My lord—
Nin. Your brother! Ho, ho, ho!
(Enter Artavan)
Art. My sister!
Sem. (Staring) Sir?
Art. Though queen, art thou not still my sister?
Sem. No!