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Griefs many, woes that Barbary now endures

And shall endure hereafter wring my heart.

O Fate, how endless is the train of sorrow

That entereth my soul! But there's no pang

That gnaws with keener tooth than picturing

My son, his royal person clothed wtihwith [sic] shame

And trappings of dishonour. I will hence

And take me handsome robes and make essay

To meet him. In the hour of evil fortune

We'll not be false to all we hold! most dear.

[Exit.

All of earth's fullness was ours, all the spacious

Amplitude life yields or law can uphold,

When the unvanquished, the grief less, all-gracious,

Godlike Darius ruled Persia of old.

Glory of conquest and gift of good order

His statutes bestowed and our armies achieved;

Joyous and fresh they came back to our border,

In strength unexhausted, with triumph received.

What commonwealths he captive took

And never once his home forsook

Nor Halys' river passed;

Daughters of Acheloan race,

Where thunder on the shores of Thrace

Strymonian billows vast.