ARBACES:
Alas, thou know'st that for my love to thee
The King, great Xerxes, thy too rigid Father
Has banish'd me from the Palace should he hear
That in defiance of his stern command
I have presum'd to scale this garden wall
How little wou'd a lover's plea avail
When thou, his daughter, couldst not move his pity

MANDANE:
Thy noble father, mighty Artabanes
Disposes at his will the heart of Xerxes
And the young Prince, my brother Artaxerxes
brought up with thee in worthy emulation
Honours thy worth, and boasts thy valu'd friendship
Their interest may soften his resentment

ARBACES:
Weak are their efforts, while his kingly pride
Disdains to rank a Princess with a subject

MANDANE:
My spirits sink, my heart forgets to beat
I lack the fortitude to bear thy loss
And must we part? Then all good angels guard thee