Darius.
But so vast an army how?
Atossa.
With rare bonds of wood and iron, Helle’s streaming frith they crossed.
Darius.
Wood and iron! Could these fetter billowy Bosphorus in his flow?
Atossa.
So it was. Some god had lent him wit to plan his own perdition.
Darius.
Alas! a mighty god full surely robbed him of his sober mind.