Khos. O, Semiramis!
Thou art the same as when I saw thee last?
As when I rode away and left thy face—
The only face in Nineveh—nay—I—
Will go. Farewell, most noble queen!
Sem. Farewell!
(He lingers)
Sem. Why go in haste?
Khos. I left my father sick.
He will be troubled till I come again.
Sem. How dared you trust—
Khos. What would I not have dared
To look on thee again?... My horsemen wait....
(Waving toward left)
I come!
Sem. Farewell!... Armenia is my friend?
I ’m sad.... The manner of this death.... It weighs
Upon me.