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Xerxes
In truth you stir yearning in me for my gallant comrades [990] when you tell me of woe, surpassing woe, hateful and unforgettable. The heart within me cries out aloud for the wretched ones. Chorus
And yet there are others too whom we miss: Xanthis, commander of a myriad Mardian men, and warlike Anchares, [995] Diaexis, too, and Arsaces, captains of the horse, Cegdadatas and Lythimnas, and Tolmus, insatiate in war. I marvel, [1000] that they do not follow behind around your wheeled tent.
Aeschylus. Aeschylus, with an English translation by Herbert Weir Smyth, Ph. D. in two volumes. 1. Persians. Herbert Weir Smyth, Ph. D. Cambridge, MA. Harvard University Press. 1926.
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