Swallow’d up quick.—[P. 17, v. 211.]
ενθεν εκραγησονταιν ποτε
Ποταμοι πυρος δαπτοντες αγριαις γναθοις. Prom. Vinct. 367.
Alas! they perish’d all: all in one hour!—[P. 17, v. 220.]
In the Persæ the Chorus demand of Xerxes what was become of his friends the Nobles; he answers, “I left them wrecked on the shores of Salamis:” they ask farther, “Where is Pharnuchus and Ariomardus? Where is the royal Sebalces?” &c. Xerxes replies,
Ιω, ιω, μοι μοι
παντες
Ενι πιτυλῳ,
(Ε, ε, ε,) τλαμονες
Ασπαιρουσι χερσῳ. 978.