For to the dead no profit bringeth wealth.
[Exit, disappearing in the earth.
Chor. I shudder as I hear the many woes
Both past and present that on Persians fall.
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Atoss. [O God, how many evils fall on me![[63]]
And yet this one woe biteth more than all,
Hearing my son's shame in the rags of robes
That clothe his limbs. But I will go and take
A fit adornment from my house, and try