Nin. Who would dare harm him? He is safe.
Sem. (Coming very near him) From man,
Not from the gods.
Nin. (Stepping back) What do you mean?
Sem. The truth!
Nin. (Seizing her arm) It is not so! I do deny it!
Sem. (Calmly) What,
My lord?
Nin. What meant you when you said ‘the truth’!
Sem. That gods may work some harm to Artavan.
Nin. (At ease) True, love! Uncertain is their favor. Look!
He comes! (Gazing off left)
Sem. (Aside) He ’s false! And if he ’s false in this—then is—
O, Khosrove, thou art lured to death! And I
Have been thy traitorous star!