ARBACES:
Appearance, I must own, is strong against me
But truth is on my side: I'm innocent

ARTAXERXES:
Pray Heav'n thou may'st but till the Law decide
You must remain a prisoner
(Exit)

ARBACES:
Ah, dear Rimenes, pity my hard fate...
My friend!

RIMENES:
I am no traitor's friend. Adieu
(Exit)

ARBACES:
Beauteous Mandane, turn at least and hear me

MANDANE:
Away! You sue in vain

ARBACES:
O stay, I charge thee...
Think on thy former love

MANDANE:
'Tis turned to hate

ARBACES:
And you believe me guilty?

MANDANE:
I'm convinc'd