Tongues fast bound: for now the people
May with freedom speak at pleasure;
For the yoke of power is broken;
And blood-stained in all its meadows
Holds the sea-washed isle of Aias
What was once the host of Persia.
Re-enter Atossa
Atoss. Whoe'er, my friends, is vexed in troublous times,
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Knows that when once a tide of woe sets in,