Sem. (Taking a paper from her bosom)
Take this! He ’ll understand!
’Tis some direction later thought upon!
Art. My wife is safe—
Sem. With me! Three days ago
She came. And now she sleeps—
(Points to curtains, rear left)
Art. In there? One kiss—
Sem. Nay, nay, you go to battle, and should keep
Steel in your eye, not woman’s tears!... Who comes
With you?
(Looks toward entrance where Sumbat stands)
O, Sumbat!
(He advances and drops on knee. She gives him both hands and he rises)