_Xer._ Too true. Yea I and that vast host of mine
Are smitten down.
_Chor._ Too true—the Persians' majesty and might
Have perished utterly.
_Xer._ See'st thou this remnant of my armament?
_Chor._ I see it, yea, I see. 1000
_Xer._ (_pointing to his quiver._) Dost see thou that
which arrows wont to hold?...
_Chor._ What speak'st thou of as saved?
_Xer._ This treasure-store for darts.
_Chor._ Few, few of many left!
_Xer._ Thus we all helpers lack.
_Chor._ Ionian soldiers flee not from the spear.