the persians-第2章
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Shot from the strong…braced bow； or the huge spear
High brandish'd； in the deathful field prevails。
But see； the monarch's mother： like the gods
Her lustre blazes on our eyes： my queen；
Prostrate I fall before her： all advance
With reverence； and in duteous phrase address her；
（ATOSSA enters with her retinue。 The Elders do their obeisance
to her。）
LEADER OF THE CHORUS
Hail； queen； of Persia's high…zoned dames supreme；
Age…honour'd mother of the potent Xerxes；
Imperial consort of Darius； hail！
The wife； the mother of the Persians' god；
If yet our former glories fade not from us。
ATOSSA
And therefore am I come； leaving my house
That shines with gorgeous ornaments and gold；
Where in past days Darius held with me
His royal residence。 With anxious care
My heart is tortured： I will tell you； friends；
My thoughts； not otherwise devoid of fear；
Lest mighty wealth with haughty foot o'erturn
And trample in the dust that happiness；
Which； not unbless'd by Heaven； Darius raised。
For this with double force unquiet thoughts
Past utterance fill my soul； that neither wealth
With all its golden stores； where men are wanting；
Claims reverence； nor the light； that beams from power；
Shines on the man whom wealth disdains to grace。
The golden stores of wealth indeed are ours；
But for the light （such in the house I deem
The presence of its lord） there I have fears。
Advise me then； you whose experienced age
Supports the state of Persia： prudence guides
Your councils； always kind and faithful to me。
LEADER
Speak； royal lady； what thy will； assured
We want no second bidding； where our power
In word or deed waits on our zeal： our hearts
In this with honest duty shall obey thee。
ATOSSA
Oft； since my son hath march'd his mighty host
Against the lonians； warring to subdue
Their country； have my slumbers been disturb'd
With dreams of dread portent； but most last night；
With marks of plainest proof。 I'll tell thee then：
Alethought two women stood before my eyes
Gorgeously vested； one in Persian robes
Adorn'd； the other in the Doric garb。
With more than mortal majesty they moved；
Of peerless beauty； sisters too they seem'd；
Though distant each from each they chanced to dwell；
In Greece the one； on the barbaric coast
The other。 'Twixt them soon dissension rose：
My son then hasted to compose their strife；
Soothed them to fair accord； beneath his car
Yokes them； and reins their harness'd necks。 The one；
Exulting in her rich array； with pride
Arching her stately neck； obey'd the reins；
The other with indignant fury spurn'd
The car； and dash'd it piecemeal； rent the reins；
And tore the yoke asunder； down my son
Fell from the seat； and instant at his side
His father stands； Darius； at his fall
Impress'd with pity： him when Xerxes saw；
Glowing with grief and shame he rends his robes。
This was the dreadful vision of the night。
When I arose； in the sweet…flowing stream
I bathed my hands； and on the incensed altars
Presenting my oblations to the gods
To avert these ills； an eagle I behold
Fly to the altar of the sun； aghast
I stood； my friends； and speechless； when a hawk
With eager speed runs thither； furious cuffs
The eagle with his wings； and with his talons
Unplumes his head； meantime the imperial bird
Cowers to the blows defenceless。 Dreadful this
To me that saw it； and to you that hear。
My son； let conquest crown his arms； would shine
With dazzling glory； but should Fortune frown；
The state indeed presumes not to arraign
His sovereignty； yet how； his honour lost；
How shall he sway the sceptre of this land？
LEADER
We would not； royal lady； sink thy soul
With fear in the excess； nor raise it high
With confidence。 Go then； address the gods；
If thou hast seen aught ill； entreat their power
To avert that ill； and perfect ev'ry good
To thee； thy sons； the state； and all thy friends。
Then to the earth； and to the mighty dead
Behooves thee pour libations； gently cal
Him that was once thy husband； whom thou saw'st
In visions of the night； entreat his shade
From the deep realms beneath to send to light
Triumph to thee and to thy son； whate'er
Bears other import； to inwrap； to hide it
Close in the covering earth's profoundest gloom。
This； in the presage of my thoughts that flow
Benevolent to thee； have I proposed；
And all； we trust； shall be successful to thee。
ATOSSA
Thy friendly judgment first hath placed these dreams
In a fair light； confirming the event
Benevolent to my son and to my house。
May all the good be ratified！ These rites
Shall； at thy bidding； to the powers of heaven；
And to the manes of our friends； be paid
In order meet； when I return； meanwhile
Indulge me； friends； who wish to be inform'd
Where； in what clime； the towers of Athens rise。
LEADER
Far in the west； where sets the imperial sun。
ATOSSA
Yet my son will'd the conquest of this town。
LEADER
May Greece through all her states bend to his power！
ATOSSA
Send they embattled numbers to the field？
LEADER
A force that to the Medes hath wrought much wo。
ATOSSA
Have they sufficient treasures in their houses？
LEADER
Their rich earth yields a copious fount of silver。
ATOSSA
From the strong bow wing they the barbed shaft？
LEADER
They grasp the stout spear； and the massy shield。
ATOSSA
What monarch reigns； whose power commands their ranks？
LEADER
Slaves to no lord； they own no kingly power。
ATOSSA
How can they then resist the invading foe？
LEADER
As to spread havoc through the numerous host；
That round Darius form'd their glitt'ring files。
ATOSSA
Thy words strike deep； and wound the parent's breast
Whose sons are march'd to such a dangerous field。
LEADER
But； if I judge aright； thou soon shalt hear
Each circumstance； for this way； mark him； speeds
A Persian messenger； he bears； be sure；
Tidings of high import； or good or ill。
（A MESSENGER enters。）
MESSENGER
Wo to the towns through Asia's peopled realms！
Wo to the land of Persia； once the port
Of boundless wealth； how is thy glorious state
Vanish'd at once； and all thy spreading honours
Fall'n； lost！ Ah me！ unhappy is his task
That bears unhappy tidings： but constraint
Compels me to relate this tale of wo。
Persians； the whole barbaric host is fall'n。
CHORUS （chanting）
O horror； horror！ What a baleful train
Of recent ills！ Ah； Persians； as he speaks
Of ruin； let your tears stream to the earth。
MESSENGER
It is ev'n so； all ruin； and myself；
Beyond all hope returning； view this light。
CHORUS （chanting）
How tedious and oppressive is the weight
Of age； reserved to hear these hopeless ills！
MESSENGER
I speak not from report； but these mine eyes
Beheld the ruin which my tongue would utter。
CHORUS （chanting）
Wo； wo is me！ Then has the iron storm；
That darken'd from the realms of Asia； pour'd
In vain its arrowy shower on sacred Greece。
MESSENGER
In heaps the unhappy dead lie on the strand
Of Salamis； and all the neighbouring shores。
CHORUS （chanting）
Unhappy friends； sunk； perish'd in the sea；
Their bodies； mid the wreck of shatter'd ships；
Mangled； and rolling on the encumber'd waves！
MESSENGER
Naught did their bows avail； but all the troops
In the first conflict of the ships were lost。
CHORUS （chanting）
Raise the funereal cry； with dismal notes
Wailing the wretched Persians。 Oh； how ill
They pl
