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this war, and lead his troops to Greece.

GHOST OF DARIUS

Great deeds have they achieved, and memorable

For ages: never hath this wasted state

Suffer'd such ruin, since heaven's awful king

Gave to one lord Asia's extended plains

White with innumerous flocks, and to his hands

Consign'd the imperial sceptre. Her brave hosts

A Mede first led; the virtues of his son

Fix'd firm the empire, for his temperate soul

Breathed prudence. Cyrus next, by fortune graced,

Adorn'd the throne, and bless'd his grateful friends

With peace: he to his mighty monarchy

Join'd Lydia, and the Phrygians; to his power

Ionia bent reluctant; but the gods

His son then wore the regal diadem.

With victory his gentle virtues crown'd

His son then wore the regal diadem.

Next to disgrace his country, and to stain

The splendid glories of this ancient throne,

Rose Mardus: him, with righteous vengeance fired

Artaphernes, and his confederate chiefs

Crush'd in his palace: Maraphis assumed

The sceptre: after him Artaphernes.

Me next to this exalted eminence,

Crowning my great ambition, Fortune raised.

In many a glorious field my glittering spear

Flamed in the van of Persia's numerous hosts;

But never wrought such ruin to the state.

Xerxes, my son, in all the pride of youth

Listens to youthful counsels, my commands

No more remember'd; hence, my hoary friends,

Not the whole line of Persia's sceptred lords,

You know it well, so wasted her brave sons.

LEADER OF THE CHORUS

Why this? To what fair end are these thy words

Directed? Sovereign lord, instruct thy Persians

How, mid this ruin, best to guide their state.

GHOST OF DARIUS

No more 'gainst Greece lead your embattled hosts;

Not though your deep'ning phalanx spreads the field

Outnumb'ring theirs: their very earth fights for them.

LEADER

What may thy words import? How fight for them?

GHOST OF DARIUS

With famine it destroys your cumbrous train.

LEADER

Choice levies, prompt for action, will we send,

GHOST OF DARIUS

Those, in the fields of Greece that now remain,

Shall not revisit safe the Persian shore.

LEADER

What! shall not all the host of Persia pass

Again from Europe o'er the Hellespont?

GHOST OF DARIUS

Of all their numbers few, if aught avails

The faith of heaven-sent oracles to him

That weighs the past, in their accomplishment

Not partial: hence he left, in faithless hope

Confiding, his selected train of heroes.

These have their station where Asopus flows

Wat'ring the plain, whose grateful currents roll

Diffusing plenty through Boeotia's fields.

There misery waits to crush them with the load

Of heaviest ills, in vengeance for their proud

And impious daring; for where'er they held

Through Greece their march, they fear'd not to profane

The statues of the gods; their hallow'd shrines

Emblazed, o'erturn'd their altars, and in ruins,

Rent from their firm foundations, to the ground

Levell'd their temples; such their frantic deeds,

Nor less their suff'rings; greater still await them;

For Vengeance hath not wasted all her stores;

The heap yet swells; for in Plataea's plains

Beneath the Doric spear the clotted mas

Of carnage shall arise, that the high mounds,

Piled o'er the dead, to late posterity

Shall give this silent record to men's eyes,

That proud aspiring thoughts but ill beseem

Weak mortals: for oppression, when it springs,

Puts forth the blade of vengeance, and its fruit

Yields a ripe harvest of repentant wo.

Behold this vengeance, and remember Greece,

Remember Athens: henceforth let not pride,

Her present state disdaining, strive to grasp

Another's, and her treasured happiness

Shed on the ground: such insolent attempts

Awake the vengeance of offended Jove.

But you, whose age demands more temperate thoughts,

With words of well-placed counsel teach his youth

To curb that pride, which from the gods calls down

Destruction on his head.

To ATOSSA

And thou, whose age

The miseries of thy Xerxes sink with sorrow,

Go to thy house, thence choose the richest robe,

And meet thy son; for through the rage of grief

His

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