ARTAXERXES:
Guards, speed ye to the tower
And instantly conduct Arbaces to me

ARTABANES:
Good my Lord
Think not the partial fondness of a father
Has urg'd this council

ARTAXERXES:
No 'tis justice dictates
He still persists that he is innocent
And his fair truth was ne'er 'till now suspected
I will withdraw
O, reconcile the safety of your son
With your King's peace, and the honour of his throne