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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

Alas, will nothing but a father's blood
Allay thy heat, and quench thy raging fever?

ARTAXERXES:  
Well I conceive... my faithless cruel brother, Darius

him

ARTAXERXES:   
I to thy father's will his life committed
How was I then a tyrant?  
All Persia knows my friendship for Arbaces
And my faithful love

MANDANE:  
Whither do I fly? Ah, hapless maid! 
Thus, in one fatal instant
To lose a brother, a father and a lover!

ARTAXERXES: 
Alas, Mandane!

He bears the crown of wisdom
He is the lightsome seism
He is the life of seasons
Slowly to light-I am the one
Artaxerxes-Lord of the empire

Brought

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

If deeds, not words, proclaim a loyal heart
Permit me to be silent    I am innocent

ARTAXERXES:  
Confirm it with a solemn imprecation,

ARTAXERXES:  
Ye solid pillars of the Persian Empire
Behold me, fated to sustain the cares
Of my paternal throne, and much I'm griev'd
That my lov'd

ARTAXERXES:  
To you, my people much belov'd, I offer
Myself, not less a father than a king
Your native rights, your customs and your laws
With

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

SEMIRA:  
I fear some dread disaster... say, Rimenes
What means this strange confusion in the Prince?

RIMENES:  
Xerxes is slain
Suspicion points

ARTAXERXES:  
In infancy, our hopes and fears
Were to each other known
And friendship in our riper years
Has twin'd our heart in one
O clear him then

Secur'd the Royal guards, and I the troops?
Determine, Sir this instant, Artaxerxes 
Prepares to take the coronation oath
The sacred cup is by your order

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

(Exeunt Guards) 

ARBACES: 
My father!

ARTABANES:  
Ever watchful to preserve thee
I artfully have gain'd from Artaxerxes
The liberty to question thee

Nehemiah, living in exile
With captured Jews, having been there a while
Was cupbearer, for King Artaxerxes
And on that day, for the first time looked

Let us away, and force him from the tower

ARTABANES:  
The present time may better be employ'd
If Artaxerxes perish by our hands...
Let not my friend