Welcome! But no time
For gallant greetings! We are warriors here!
(A roll of battle is heard)
Art. We go!
Sem. Ride! ride! The battle over, ye
Shall meet the king!
(Artavan and Sumbat hasten out. The noise of departure brings Sola to curtains)
Sol. What is it? Who was here?
Sem. (Absorbed) They ’ll reach my father!
Sol. Not Artavan?
Sem. Ay—he.