But Persian elders, come,
And seated in our ancient hall of state
Devise we counsel, with deep-thoughted care,
For great in sooth the need;—
How haply fares our king,
Darius' seed,
Xerxes, from him derived whose name we bear.
On bending of the bow doth conquest wait?
Or hath the might
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Of iron-headed spear-shaft won the day?
[ATOSSA is seen approaching in a royal chariot, attended by a numerous train.]
But lo, in brightness like the eyes of gods,
Comes forth a light—
The mother of my royal lord, my queen.
Do we obeisance, falling at her feet;
Yea, it behoves us all
Persians. Aeschylus. Anna Swanwick (Translator). London. 1886.
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