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THE PERSIANS

Xerxes

Yea, beat anew thy breast, ring out the doleful Mysian call!


Chorus

An agony, an agony!


Xerxes

Pluck out thy whitening beard!


Chorus

By handfuls, ay, by handfuls, with dismal tear-drops smeared!


Xerxes

Sob out thine aching sorrow!


Chorus

I will thine hest obey.


Xerxes

With thine hands rend thy mantle's fold—


Chorus

Alas, woe worth the day!


Xerxes

With thine own fingers tear thy locks, bewail the army's weird!