[Aside.
King.
Ha!—what was that?—
Vardanes.
O! my dread Lord, some Villain
Bred up in lies, and train'd to treach'ry,
Has injur'd you by vile reports, to stain
My Princely Brother's honour.
King.
Thou know'st more,
Thy looks confess what thou in vain wouldst hide—
And hast thou then conspir'd against me too,
And sworn concealment to your practices?—
Thy guilt—
Vardanes.
Ha! guilt!—what guilt?—
King.