SEMIRA:
Stay, Artaxerxes, stay

ARTAXERXES:
Adieu, Semira

SEMIRA:
And dost thou fly me? Go then, cruel Prince
No more shall ill-tim'd fondness importune thee

ARTAXERXES:
Beauteous Semira, should I longer stay
There's such a siren sweetness in thy voice
'Twould lull me to forget my filial duty

SEMIRA:
Away, ungrateful