Atossa.
Fainly comes, with life scarce rescued, to the bridge that links the lands.
Darius.
And has crossed to Asia?
Atossa.
Even so, most surely, ran the news.
Darius.
Ah! on wings how swift the issue of the ancient doom hath sped!
Thee, my son, great Jove hath smitten. Long-drawn years I hoped would roll,
Ere fulfilment of the dread prophetic burden should be known.