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The Persians.

Chorus.

Woe! Woe! Alas! Woe! Woe!


Xerxes.

Heavy, in sooth, the blow.


Chorus.

Which sorely I bemoan.


Xerxes. Antistrophe VI.

Ply, ply the stroke, lift for my sake your cries.


Chorus.

Woe-fraught, I weep amain.


Xerxes.

Wail with responsive groan.


Chorus.

This care, my liege, I own.


Xerxes.

Swell loud the doleful strain.


Chorus.

Woe! Woe! Alas! Woe! Woe! 1030


Xerxes.

Mingled with many a blow!


Chorus.

Yea, black, and fraught with sighs.