Thyself hast paid the penalty that thou
Went to inflict on others!—But let me hear
Where hast thou left the few ships that escaped?
Messenger.
The remnant of the fleet with full sail sped
Swift in disordered flight from Salamis.
The wreck of the army through Bœotia trailed
Its sickly line: there some of thirst fell dead
Even in the water’s view; some with fatigue
Panting toiled on through Phocian land, and Doris,