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LEADER
As to spread havoc through the numerous host；
That round Darius form'd their glitt'ring files。
ATOSSA
Thy words strike deep； and wound the parent's breast
Whose sons are march'd to such a dangerous field。
LEADER
But； if I judge aright； thou soon shalt hear
Each circumstance； for this way； mark him； speeds
A Persian messenger； he bears； be sure；
Tidings of high import； or good or ill。
（A MESSENGER enters。）
MESSENGER
Wo to the towns through Asia's peopled realms！
Wo to the land of Persia； once the port
Of boundless wealth； how is thy glorious state
Vanish'd at once； and all thy spreading honours
Fall'n； lost！ Ah me！ unhappy is his task
That bears unhappy tidings： but constraint
Compels me to relate this tale of wo。
Persians； the whole barbaric host is fall'n。
CHORUS （chanting）
O horror； horror！ What a baleful train
Of recent ills！ Ah； Persians； as he speaks
Of ruin； let your tears stream to the earth。
MESSENGER
It is ev'n so； all ruin； and myself；
Beyond all hope returning； view this light。
CHORUS （chanting）
How tedious and oppressive is the weight
Of age； reserved to hear these hopeless ills！
MESSENGER
I speak not from report； but these mine eyes
Beheld the ruin which my tongue would utter。
CHORUS （chanting）
Wo； wo is me！ Then has the iron storm；
That darken'd from the realms of Asia； pour'd
In vain its arrowy shower on sacred Greece。
MESSENGER
In heaps the unhappy dead lie on the strand
Of Salamis； and all the neighbouring shores。
CHORUS （chanting）
Unhappy friends； sunk； perish'd in the sea；
Their bodies； mid the wreck of shatter'd ships；
Mangled； and rolling on the encumber'd waves！
MESSENGER
Naught did their bows avail； but all the troops
In the first conflict of the ships were lost。
CHORUS （chanting）
Raise the funereal cry； with dismal notes
Wailing the wretched Persians。 Oh； how ill
They plann'd their measures； all their army perish'd！
MESSENGER
O Salamis； how hateful is thy name！
And groans burst from me when I think of Athens。
CHORUS （chanting）
How dreadful to her foes！ Call to remembrance
How many Persian dames； wedded in vain；
Hath Athens of their noble husbands widow'd？
ATOSSA
Astonied with these ills； my voice thus long
Hath wanted utterance： griefs like these exceed
The power of speech or question： yet ev'n such；
Inflicted by the gods； must mortal man
Constrain'd by hard necessity endure。
But tell me all； without distraction tell me；
All this calamity； though many a groan
Burst from thy labouring heart。 Who is not fallen？
What leader must we wail？ What sceptred chief
Dying hath left his troops without a lord？
MESSENGER
Xerxes himself lives； and beholds the light。
ATOSSA
That word beams comfort on my house； a ray
That brightens through the melancholy gloom。
MESSENGER
Artembares； the potent chief that led
Ten thousand horse； lies slaughtered on the rocks
Of rough Sileniae。 The great Dadaces；
Beneath whose standard march'd a thousand horse；
Pierced by a spear； fell headlong from the ship。
Tenagon； bravest of the Bactrians； lies
Roll'd on the wave…worn beach of Ajax' isle。
Lilaeus； Arsames； Argestes； dash
With violence in death against the rocks
Where nest the silver doves。 Arcteus； that dwelt
Near to the fountains of the Egyptian Nile；
Adeues； and Pheresba； and Pharnuchus
Fell from one ship。 Matallus； Chrysa's chief；
That led his dark'ning squadrons； thrice ten thousand；
On jet…black steeds； with purple gore distain'd
The yellow of his thick and shaggy beard。
The Magian Arabus； and Artames
From Bactra； mould'ring on the dreary shore
Lie low。 Amistris； and Amphistreus there
Grasps his war…wear spear； there prostrate lies
The illustrious Ariomardus； long his los
Shall Sardis weep： thy Mysian Sisames；
And Tharybis； that o'er the burden'd deep
Led five times fifty vessels； Lerna gave
The hero birth； and manly race adorn'd
His pleasing form； but low in death he lies
Unhappy in his fate。 Syennesis；
Cilicia's warlike chief； who dared to front
The foremost dangers； singly to the foes
A terror； there too found a glorious death。
These chieftains to my sad remembrance rise；
Relating but a few of many ills。
ATOSSA
This is the height of ill； ah me！ and shame
To Persia； grief； and lamentation loud。
But tell me this； afresh renew thy tale：
What was the number of the Grecian fleet；
That in fierce conflict their bold barks should dare
Rush to encounter with the Persian hosts。
MESSENGER
Know then； in numbers the barbaric fleet
Was far superior： in ten squadrons； each
Of thirty ships； Greece plough'd the deep； of these
One held a distant station。 Xerxes led
A thousand ships； their number well I know；
Two hundred more； and seven； that swept the seas
With speediest sail： this was their full amount。
And in the engagement seem'd we not secure
Of victory？ But unequal fortune sunk
Our scale in fight； discomfiting our host。
ATOSSA
The gods preserve the city of Minerva。
MESSENGER
The walls of Athens are impregnable；
Their firmest bulwarks her heroic sons。
ATOSSA
Which navy first advanced to the attack？
Who led to the onset； tell me； the bold Greeks；
Or； glorying in his numerous fleet； my son？
MESSENGER
Our evil genius； lady； or some god
Hostile to Persia； led to ev'ry ill。
Forth from the troops of Athens came a Greek；
And thus address'd thy son； the imperial Xerxes：…
〃Soon as the shades of night descend； the Grecians
Shall quit their station； rushing to their oars
They mean to separate； and in secret flight
Seek safety。〃 At these words； the royal chief；
Little conceiving of the wiles of Greece
And gods averse； to all the naval leaders
Gave his high charge：…〃Soon as yon sun shall cease
To dart his radiant beams； and dark'ning night
Ascends the temple of the sky； arrange
In three divisions your well…ordered ships；
And guard each pass； each outlet of the seas：
Others enring around this rocky isle
Of Salamis。 Should Greece escape her fate；
And work her way by secret flight； your heads
Shall answer the neglect。〃 This harsh command
He gave； exulting in his mind； nor knew
What Fate design'd。 With martial discipline
And prompt obedience； snatching a repast；
Each mariner fix'd well his ready oar。
Soon as the golden sun was set； and night
Advanced； each train'd to ply the dashing oar；
Assumed his seat； in arms each warrior stood；
Troop cheering troop through all the ships of war。
Each to the app