_Xer._ Woe! woe is me!
They have looked on at Athens' ancient towers,
Her hated towers, ah me!
All, as by one fell stroke,
Unhappy in their fate
Lie gasping on the shore.
_Chor._ And he, thy faithful Eye,[69] 960
Who told the Persian host,
Myriads on myriads o'er,[70]
Alpistos, son and heir
Of Batanôchos old
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And the son of brave Sesames,
Son himself of Megabates?
Parthos, and the great Œbares,
Did'st thou leave them, did'st thou leave them?
Ah, woe! ah, woe is me,
For those unhappy ones!
Thou to the Persians brave
Tellest of ills on ills.