XERXES.
Shriek with a cry of agony, and lead the doleful train!
CHORUS.
Alas, alas, the Persian land is woeful now to tread!
XERXES.
Cry out and mourn! the city now doth wail above the dead!
CHORUS.
I sob and moan!
XERXES.
I bid ye now be delicate in grief!
CHORUS.
Alas, the Persian land is sad and knoweth not relief!
XERXES.
Alas, the triple banks of oars and those who died thereby!
CHORUS.
Pass! I will lead you, bring you home, with many a broken sigh!
[Exeunt.]