XERXES.
Yea, smitten am I, and my host is all to ruin hurled!
CHORUS.
Yea verily—in mighty wreck hath sunk the Persian world!
XERXES.
(holding up a torn robe and a quiver)
See you this tattered rag of pride?
CHORUS.
I see it, welladay!
XERXES.
See you this quiver?
CHORUS.
Say, hath aught survived and ’scaped the fray?
XERXES.
A store for darts it was, erewhile!
CHORUS.
Remain but two or three!
XERXES.
No aid is left!
CHORUS.
Ionian folk such darts, unfearing, see!