Wife of Dareios! hail!
'Twas thine to join in wedlock with a spouse
Whom Persians owned as God,[[18]]
And of a God thou art the mother too,
Unless its ancient Fortune fails our host.
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Atoss. Yes, thus I come, our gold-decked palace leaving,
The bridal bower Dareios with me slept in.
Care gnaws my heart, but now I tell you plainly
A tale, my friends, which may not leave me fearless,