Where now the friendly band
Wont at thy side to stand?
Such was Pharandaces,
Susas, Pelagon, Psammis, Dotamas,
Such Agdabates, such Susiscanes,
Agbatana who left. Oh say
Where now be they? 940
Xerxes. Antistrophe II.
Death-stricken from a Tyrian galley thrown,
Yonder I left them prone;
Amid the billowy roar,
The rock-bound coast they beat on Salaminian shore.
Chorus.
Where thy Pharnuchos? Woe, on woe!
Brave Ariomard and he,
Warrior of high degree,
Lilaios and the king
Seualces; Memphis where and Tharybis,
Where are Masistras, and brave Artembar,
Ay, and Hystæchmas? Say, oh say, 950
Where now be they?
Xerxes. Strophe III.
Ah me! Alas! Woe! Woe!
They saw the city hoar,
Athenè's hated wall,
And with convulsive struggle, one and all,
Poor wretches, were laid gasping on the shore.
