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the persians-第8章

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          Farewell the big war's plumed pride:

        The gods have crush'd this trophied power;

    Sunk are our vanquish'd arms beneath the indignant tide。

    (XERXES enters; with a few followers。 His royal raiment is torn;

        The entire closing scene is sung or chanted。)

  XERXES

    Ah me; how sudden have the storms of Fate;

    Beyond all thought; all apprehension; burst

    On my devoted head! O Fortune; Fortune!

    With what relentless fury hath thy hand

    Hurl'd desolation on the Persian race!

    Wo unsupportable! The torturing thought

    Of our lost youth comes rushing on my mind;

    And sinks me to the ground。 O Jove; that

    Had died with those brave men that died in fight I

  CHORUS

    O thou afflicted monarch; once the lord

    Of marshall'd armies; of the lustre beam'd

    From glory's ray o'er Persia; of her sons

    The pride; the grace; whom ruin now hath sunk

    In blood! The unpeopled land laments her youth

    By Xerxes led to slaughter; till the realms

    Of death are gorged with Persians; for the flower

    Of all the realm; thousands; whose dreadful bows

    With arrowy shower annoy'd the foe; are fall'n。

  XERXES

    Your fall; heroic youths; distracts my soul。

  CHORUS

    And Asia sinking on her knee; O king;

    Oppress'd; with griefs oppress'd; bends to the earth。

  XERXES

    And I; O wretched fortune; I was born

    To crush; to desolate my ruin'd country!

  CHORUS

    I have no voice; no swelling harmony;

    No descant; save these notes of wo;

    Harsh; and responsive to the sullen sigh;

    Rude strains; that unmelodious flow;

    To welcome thy return。

  XERXES

    Then bid them flow; bid the wild measures flow

    Hollow; unmusical; the notes of grief;

    They suit my fortune; and dejected state。

  CHORUS

    Yes; at thy royal bidding shall the strain

        Pour the deep sorrows of my soul;

    The suff'rings of my bleeding country plain;

        And bid the mournful measures roll。

        Again the voice of wild despair

        With thrilling shrieks shall pierce the air;

    For high the god of war his flaming crest

      Raised; with the fleet of Greece surrounded;

    The haughty arms of Greece with conquest bless'd;

      And Persia's wither'd force confounded;

    Dash'd on the dreary beach her heroes slain;

        Or whelm'd them in the darken'd main。

  XERXES

    To swell thy griefs ask ev'ry circumstance。

  CHORUS

    Where are thy valiant friends; thy chieftains where?

        Pharnaces; Susas; and the might

    Of Pelagon; and Dotamas? The spear

        Of Agabates bold in fight?

        Psammis in mailed cuirass dress'd;

        And Susiscanes' glitt'ring crest?

  XERXES

    Dash'd from the Tyrian vessel on the rocks

    Of Salamis they sunk; and smear'd with gore

    The heroes on the dreary strand are stretch'd。

  CHORUS

    Where is Pharnuchus? Ariomardus where;

        With ev'ry gentle virtue graced?

    Lilaeus; that from chiefs renown'd in war

        His high…descended lineage traced?

    Where rears Sebalces his crown…circled head:

        Where Tharybis to battles bred;

        Artembares; Hystaechmes bold;

        Memphis; Masistress sheath'd in gold?

  XERXES

    Wretch that I am! These on the abhorred town

    Ogygian Athens; roll'd their glowing eyes

    Indignant; but at once in the fierce shock

    Of battle fell; dash'd breathless on the ground。

  CHORUS

    There does the son of Batanochus lie;

      Through whose rich veins the unsullied blood

    Of Susamus; down from the lineage high

      Of noble Mygabatas flow'd:

        Alpistus; who with faithful care

        Number'd the deep'ning files of war;

    The monarch's eye; on the ensanguined plain

      Low is the mighty warrior laid?

    Is great Aebares 'mong the heroes slain;

      And Partheus number'd with the dead?…

    Ah me! those bursting groans; deep…charged with wo;

      The fate of Persia's princes show。

  XERXES

    To my grieved memory thy mournful voice;

    Tuned to the saddest notes of wo; recalls

    My brave friends lost; and my rent heart returns

    In dreadful symphony the sorrowing strain。

  CHORUS

    Yet once more shall I ask thee; yet once more;

      Where is the Mardian Xanthes' might;

    The daring chief; that from the Pontic shore

      Led his strong phalanx to the fight?

        Anchares where; whose high…raised shield

        Flamed foremost in the embattled field?

    Where the high leaders of thy mail…clad horse;

        Daixis and Arsaces where?

    Where Cigdadatas and Lythimnas' force;

    Waving untired his purple spear?

  XERXES

    Entomb'd; I saw them in the earth entomb'd;

    Nor did the rolling car with solemn state

    Attend their rites: I follow'd: low they lie

    (Ah me; the once great leaders of my host!

    Low in the earth; without their honours lie。

  CHORUS

    O wo; wo; wo! Unutterable wo

      The demons of revenge have spread;

    And Ate from her drear abode below

      Rises to view the horrid deed。

  XERXES

    Dismay; and rout; and ruin; ills that wait

    On man's afflicted fortune; sink us down。

  CHORUS

    Dismay; and rout; and ruin on us wait;

    And all the vengeful storms of Fate:

  Ill flows on ill; on sorrows sorrows rise;

    Misfortune leads her baleful train;

  Before the Ionian squadrons Persia flies;

    Or sinks ingulf'd beneath the main。

    Fall'n; fall'n is her imperial power;

    And conquest on her banners waits no more。

  XERXES

    At such a fall; such troops of heroes lost;

    How can my soul but sink in deep despair!

    Cease thy sad strain。

  CHORUS

    Is all thy glory lost?

  XERXES

    Seest thou these poor remains of my rent robes?

  CHORUS

    I see; I see。

  XERXES

    And this ill…furnish'd quiver?

  CHORUS

    Wherefore preserved?

  XERXES

    To store my treasured arrows。

  CHORUS

    Few; very few。

  XERXES

    And few my friendly aids。

  CHORUS

    I thought these Grecians shrunk appall'd at arms。

  XERXES

    No: they are bold and daring: these sad eyes

    Beheld their violent and deathful deeds。

  CHORUS

    The ruin; sayst thou; of thy shattered fleet?

  XERXES

    And in the anguish of my soul I rent

    My royal robes。

  CHORUS

    Wo; wo!

  XERXES

    And more than wo。

  CHORUS

    Redoubled; threefold wo!

  XERXES

    Disgrace to me;

    But triumph to the foe。

  CHORUS

    Are all thy powers

    In ruin crush'd?

  XERXES

    No satrap guards me now。

  CHORUS

    Thy faithful friends sunk in the roaring main。

  XERXES

    Weep; weep their loss; and lead me to my house;

    Answer my grief with grief; an ill return

    Of ills for ills。 Yet once more raise that strain

    Lamenting my misfortunes; beat thy breast;

    Strike; heave the groan; awake the Mysian strain

    To notes of loudest wo; rend thy rich robes;

    Pluck up thy beard; tear off thy hoary locks;

    And battle thine eyes in tears: thus through th
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