XERXES.
Right resolute they are! I saw disaster unforeseen.
CHORUS.
Ah, speakest thou of wreck, of flight, of carnage that hath been?
XERXES.
Yea, and my royal robe I rent, in terror at their fall!
CHORUS.
Alas, alas!
XERXES.
Yea, thrice alas!
CHORUS.
For all have perished, all!
XERXES.
Ah woe to us, ah joy to them who stood against our pride!
CHORUS.
And all our strength is minishèd and sundered from our side!
XERXES.
No escort have I!
CHORUS.
Nay, thy friends are whelmed beneath the tide!