XERXES.
Sob out thine aching sorrow!
CHORUS.
I will thine best obey.
XERXES.
With thine hands rend thy mantle’s fold—
CHORUS.
Alas, woe worth the day!
XERXES.
With thine own fingers tear thy locks, bewail the army’s weird!
CHORUS.
By handfuls, yea, by handfuls, with tears of dole besmeared!
XERXES.
Now let thine eyes find overflow—
CHORUS.
I wend in wail and pain!
XERXES.
Cry out for me an answering moan—
CHORUS.
Alas, alas again!