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That Artavan still lives. Off. Trust not the word Of captive foes, my lady. By what means Can he know this? Sem. Speak, sir. Khos. To you alone I'll speak. Sem. Nay--before all! Khos. Unto no ear But thine. Sem. Wouldst save thy life? Khos. Perhaps. Wouldst save Thy brother? Sem. Sumbat, wilt advise me? Sum. Trust him, And hear what he would say. Sem. Out then, my friends, I pray you. (All go out but Semiramis and Khosrove.) Now! Khos. My father swore to me Before I led his troops 'gainst Nineveh, All captives should be held at my disposal And bloody custom waived. I would not speak 'Fore all, lest I should rob fierce Husak's name Of terror which is half his sword. Sem. But now He thinks you dead. Khos. Not so. I've sent him word By a sure mouth that I'm unhurt and held A prisoner. Sem. O then my brother's safe! How gracious art thou, Heaven! (Steps towards entrance) Sumbat! Khos. (Stepping before her) Wait! Sem. What more? Khos. All--everything--there's nothing said! Ninus will spare me not! 'Tis thou must save me! Sem. I! No! The king! Khos. Not he! Is Artavan Grown dearer than his hate to Husak? Nay-- Sem. Sir, fear not Ninus. He will grant my suit. Khos. He will? You--you-- Sem. I've saved his army! Khos. (Relieved) Ah! No more than that? Sem. Enough! Khos. No! 'T will not wipe Revenge from out his heart,--and you have saved But that your father threw away. Sem. Peace, sir! Khos. There's but one way for me--escape! Sem.
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