Atossa.
Converse with the sons of folly taught thy eager son to err,[n28]
Thou wert great they said, and mighty, winning riches with thy spear,
He, unmanly, chamber-fighting, adding nothing to thy store.
With these taunts the ears assailing of thy warlike son, bad men
Planned at length the march to Hellas—planned his ruin and our woe.
Darius.
And, doing this, my son hath done a deed
Whose heavy memory shall not die. For never
Fell such mischance on Susa’s halls, since when