Where be they? where be they?
STROPHE III.
Xerxes.
Ah me! ah me!
They looked on Ogygian Athens,[f34] and straight
With one fell swoop down came the Fate,
And we left them there with gasp and groan,
On the shore of the stranger strewn.
Chorus.
Didst thou leave him there to lie,
Batanóchus’ son, thy faithful eye?[f35]