(Enter Khosrove, left, attended by Armenians)
Nin. Hail, Khosrove! Hail!
Assyrians. Hail to Armenia! Hail!
Khos. O, Ninus, hail!
Armenians. Hail to Assyria, greatest over kings!
Nin. Thou ’rt welcome, and we thank thee for thy trust,
Which we ’ll betray when Heaven has no god
To damn our treachery! In proof of faith,
Wear thou the royal dagger with thy own.
(Detaches his weapon, which he gives to Khosrove)
Our queen—has she no word?
(Khosrove bows low before Semiramis)