Sem. The magic ’s left the earth
That had the power to soften them!
Khos. Not so—
Sem. You ’d keep me still the general’s humble daughter
While you would wear the glory I have won!
Khos. Nay, by Mylitta’s fire!—
Sem. We ’d war no more.
For who has all may well hang by the sword!
Khos. By Heaven, I—
Sem. O, you are man as he was!
(Looks toward the garden shuddering)
I ’ll trust no more! Who ’s worthy trust will give it!
So saidst thou once! But thou couldst doubt—so dark
A doubt my soul—
Khos. Nay, that’s not my offense!
You are a woman, and you must forgive!
But you are queen, too, and the queen in you
Guards her ambition from my honest love
Lest it divide her glory!