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THE PERSIANS

Xerxes

Smitten are we—time tells no heavier blow!


Chorus

Smitten! the doom is plain!


Xerxes

Curse upon curse and pang on pang we know!


Chorus

With the Ionian power
We clashed, in evil hour!
Woe falls on Persia's race, yea, woe again, again!


Xerxes

Yea, smitten am I, and my host is all to ruin hurled!


Chorus

Yea verily—in mighty wreck hath sunk the Persian world!


Xerxes (holding up a torn robe and a quiver)

See you this tattered rag of pride?


Chorus

I see it, welladay!


Xerxes

See you this quiver?