Chapter 5

Scene: Within Husak's tent. Husak, Khosrove, Armenian lords and soldiers.

Husak. Bring in the widow!

(Exeunt officers)

Now, my son, thou'lt see Assyria at thy feet. Ay, she who scorned To match her crown with thine, shall low as earth Cry up for favor!

Khos. Sir, I would not see it!

Hus. Still in that humor? Well, I promise thee She shall have mercy.

Khos. Mercy, father?

Hus. Ay.

Khos. What wilt thou grant?

Hus. Ask of thy heart,

(Khosrove is about to speak) Peace, boy! For once we'll be a father, not a soldier! Wait!

(Khosrove kneels and kisses his father's hand as Semiramis enters between guards. She is robed and crowned, her arms fettered with golden chains, and holds herself proudly, not looking at Husak. She turns to Khosrove, who watches her eagerly)

Sem. We meet again. Wert thou upon the field? I saw thee not. Perchance thy father thought 'T were wise to find his health and lead his troops Lest _Love_ should blunt thy sword!

Hus. By Bel, his sword Was sharp enough to find the heart of Sumbat,-- Your general!

Sem. Sumbat slain! (Turns to Khosrove) and slain by you!

Khos. I had my choice--to slay him or to die.

Sem. (With bitter scorn) And did the love that makes one prayer to Heaven Rule in that choice?

Hus. These taunts, Semiramis--

Khos. Nay, father, she has cause to use me so.

Sem. Oh, you confess you played with me! Then, heart, In with thy scorn for this outbraves thy own!

(Turns away, folding her chained hands on her breast, and stands as if she would speak no more)

Hus. You make no suit for mercy?

Sem. (Turning to him) What! from thee? Who kill your captives ere your tent is struck, Nor spare a guard to drive them from the field?

Hus. I grant what I would ask--death before serfdom! You'd keep them for your dogs and slaves!

Sem. And when Am I to die? Why breach thy custom now?

Hus. We like your spirit, but push not so far, Or we shall break the bounds we've set ourselves. Have you not found us gracious to your rank? You look not like a prisoner!

Sem. No thanks For that! This robe and crown, these chains of gold Are compliments that Husak pays himself, Proclaiming him a royal victory, Though not a royal victor!

Hus. What! Dar'st fling Into my face that the Armenian kings Rule unanointed? Dost think that I would sue To Nineveh or Babylon for leave To take my kingly emblems from their hands? But thou--thou shalt owe thine to me! I wear No proud insignia of the gods, and yet My hands shall strip and clothe thee as I will!

(Tears off her robe and crown)

Khos. Father!

Hus. By sun and moon--

Khos. O, sir--

Hus. Her pride Insults my mercy, but I'll keep my word. Take these. (Gives him the robe and crown) Now, woman, learn that Husak--ay, Husak, the Fierce, can pity fallen glory! Stand forth, my son! Look, captive, on this prince! A man not made to sue to less than gods! Make him thy husband-king, and from his hands Receive thy purple and remount thy throne!

(All are astonished. Khosrove shrinks back in shame, which Semiramis misunderstands)

Sem. Methinks this lover makes no ardent suit, King Husak! Why, the sun has not twice set Since he did swear me dearer than my crown, And now the crown's too much if my poor self Must burden it!

(Khosrove kneels before her, holding up the crown)

Hus. Rise, sir! You give, not sue!

(Semiramis looks down on Khosrove, then turns to Husak)

Sem. Thank, thanks, Old man, for making me once more myself! For by the blood that storms through all my veins I know I'm still a queen! Now all the pride That lives in my lost crown, and all the scorn Should meet thy fawning suit, be in my words,-- I do refuse your son! Assyria Shall owe her throne to none!

(Khosrove springs up, trampling the robe)

Hus. Now thou wilt rise! A prince who might have gone with gods to wive Nor bated them in choice! This to my face! I, Husak, fawn on woman! Out with her! Drag her to death! To instant death! Out! out!

(Guards approach Semiramis)

Khos. To _instant_ death?

Hus. (Looks searchingly at him.) Ha! ha! Not yet! She's thine! Choose thy revenge! Have now thy will!

Khos. Thou'lt grant it?

Hus. Ay, ay, whate'er thou wouldst!

Khos. She is thy captive.

Hus. I make her thine! My conqueror's right I yield To thee!

Khos. Dost swear it?

Hus. Doubt me not! I swear!

Khos. By Belus' star?

Hus. By Belus' star, whose beams Are death to breakers of an oath! We ask This crown--no more. (Takes crown from Khosrove's hand) You pause. Stand not, my son. Thy vengeance waits. Do what thou wilt with her, We'll question not.

(Khosrove strikes off the chains of Semiramis)

Khos. Go free to Nineveh.

(Husak stands in amazed silence, then understands and burns with speechless anger. At last he speaks slowly with intense wrath)

Hus. All madmen in my kingdom die! Bind him!

(Guards bind Khosrove)

Sem. Die? No! O, sir, you would not slay your son?

Hus. This loathsome thing is not my flesh!

Sem. Thy son!

Hus. We have no son. Armenia has no heir. Bear him away!

Sem. (Holding out her hands) My chains! Dost think I'll owe My life to him? Thou know'st not yet my pride! Bind me and set him free!

Hus. (Thunderingly) No! Husak breaks No oath! We're not a god as Nineveh, And bold to mock at Heaven!

Khos. (To Semiramis) I knew the price, And chose to pay it. 'Tis my wish. Farewell!

(Guards bear him out)

Hus. (To Semiramis) Go free to Nineveh!

Sem. No! O, kill me!

Hus. Nay, go! But go alone--on foot--and through A hostile country!

Sem. Ah!

Hus. That subject who Shall give thee food or drink dies in the act! Proclaim it, all!... Come, friends, we've not yet held The feast of victory. The slighted gods Will snatch away their favor if we long Delay our revels. Though we'll miss one face,

(Suppresses a groan)

We'll know this much--there'll be no traitor there!

(All leave the tent but Semiramis)

Sem. Alone ... on foot ... and through a hostile country! I'll overtake thee, Khosrove, ere thou 'st reached Thy throne among the stars! Thou goest from love, And wilt look back and weep from every cloud; I on thy track shall pause not till our wings Stir the same air and lock in kisses flying! ... So pay my scorn? How then hadst loved if heart Had brought to heart its swelling measure? Then Our rosy hours had been the pick of time, And hung a flower 'mong withered centuries When every age had brought its reckoning in! O, why will we, some cubits high, pluck at The sun and moon, when we have that within Makes us the soul and centre of Heaven itself? Ambition, thou hast played away my crown And life. That I forgive thee, but not this-- Thou 'st robbed me of the memory of his kiss. ... Go, world! The conqueror's trump that closed my ears Unto the angel in a lover's voice Dies to a moan that fills but one lone heart. And soon 'tis silent. Ah, though woman build Her house of glory to the kissing skies, And the proud sun her golden rafters lay, And on her turrets pause discoursing gods, Let her not dare forget the stanchion truth-- Immortal writ in every mortal face-- "Thou art the wife and mother of the world!"

(Sees Khosrove's cloak upon the floor, and kneels by it, taking it in her hands)

My Khosrove!... Methought a god struck off my chains So strong and fair he seemed, yet strove to hide The beauty of his act, as might a star Shrink in its own sweet light!

(Buries her face in the folds of the cloak)

O, noble prince, I might have kissed thy lips and not thy garment!

(Rises and wraps the cloak about her. Spurns with her foot her own robe which has been left trampled)

Thou purple rag, lie there! Love's vesture shall Enfold me as I go!

(Starts out) Alone ... on foot ... But I've not far to journey. Foes are kind.... The first one met ... well, I will thank him!... Cries? It is the feast. A man may feast who had-- But has no son!... (Startled) 'Tis not the feast!... I know That noise confused--hoarse shouts--shrieks--pawing steeds-- And rumbling chariots! Those are the tones Of battle! O, the bloody work! 'Tis war! Did it delight me once?... Assyrian cries! My troops! my troops! They've rallied! How they cheer! What brave heart leads them on?

(Cries come nearer)

Poor creatures, they Would save me knowing not I died with Khosrove. I will not live--

(The rear of the tent is torn away by an onslaught. Assyrian troops enter, led by Artavan)

Art. Semiramis!

Sem. My brother! You live!

Art. And you!

Sem. Praise Heaven there is one Will comfort my sad kingdom!

Art. Nay, all's well! The death of Ninus freed me from my prison; I gathered troops and pushed hard after you, To hear you had been taken; then I planned This rescue. Thank great Belus, I'm in time!

Sem. In time? Nay, thou'rt too late!

Art. Too late? When thou Dost live?

Sem. I live? No! Thou'rt deceived!

Art. O Heaven! ... She's dazed! Her troubles have bewildered her. All's well, my sister! Husak has been taken. Thy crown itself is in our hands ... The crown!

(A soldier hands it to him)

You see 'tis safe. (She takes it idly)

Sem. A crown. For such a thing Wouldst give thy Sola?

Art. She is dear to me, But ay, by Heaven, I would!

Sem. You would? I know A greater thing than this.

Art. What, sister?

Sem. (Letting the crown fall) Love.

Art. O, she is crazed! This is some evil work! Bring in the captive Husak! He shall speak!

Sem. O, brother, once I thought thy love was truest That ever husband gave to wife, but now It showeth dark against my lover's truth!

Art. Semiramis ... sweet sister ... What dost mean? ... I'll know the cause of this! Call in the prince With Husak!

Sem. Prince?

Art. Ay ... Khosrove, whom we found In chains--I know not why--and I unbound him, Recalling how he saved my life,--but now I'll know what thou hast suffered at his hands!

Sem. You found him bound? I can not hear--or see!

Art. She swoons--she dies--O, true, we are too late!

Sem. No, brother, thou'rt in time! I live! I live! I am Semiramis! Give me my crown! Now this small circlet seems to me the world, And it is mine--to wear--or give away! Is 't not, good friends?

Voices. Ay, 'tis!

(Enter soldiers with Husak and Khosrove, Husak in fetters)

Sem. King Husak, hear! Assyria and Armenia should be friends, Joining true hands to bring a happy peace O'er all the East. And in that dearest hope I free thee. (Unbinds him) But thy son, the prince, must be Again my prisoner.

Hus. O, queen, I've spent One childless hour, and rather would I die Than know another. Take my life for his.

Art. Dost thou forget, Semiramis, that once He saved thy brother?

Sem. I remember all, But will not change his doom. He must be bound, Nor from my fetters may he go alive. These are his chains--(Putting her arms about his neck) his prison deathless love, And here I pray that he will wear this crown, And hold with me the great Assyrian throne! ... (calls) My chariot!

Khos. My queen! my queen!

Sem. Wilt thou Consent?

Khos. (Kisses her lips) I answer here.

(The royal chariot appears, rear. They step in)

Sem. (Giving the reins to Khosrove) To Nineveh!

(CURTAIN)

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