Suppliant Maidens and Other Plays eBook

Xerxes, son of Darius and of his wife Atossa, daughter of Cyrus, went forth against Hellas, to take vengeance upon those who had defeated his father at Marathon.  But ill fortune befell the king and his army both by land and sea; neither did it avail him that he cast a bridge over the Hellespont and made a canal across the promontory of Mount Athos, and brought myriads of men, by land and sea, to subdue the Greeks.  For in the strait between Athens and the island of Salamis the Persian ships were shattered and sunk or put to flight by those of Athens and Lacedaemon and Aegina and Corinth, and Xerxes went homewards on the way by which he had come, leaving his general Mardonius with three hundred thousand men to strive with the Greeks by land:  but in the next year they were destroyed near Plataea in Boeotia, by the Lacedaemonians and Athenians and Tegeans.  Such was the end of the army which Xerxes left behind him.  But the king himself had reached the bridge over the Hellespont, and late and hardly and in sorry plight and with few companions came home unto the Palace of Susa.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

  CHORUS OF PERSIAN ELDERS. 
  ATOSSA, WIDOW OF DARIUS AND MOTHER OF XERXES. 
  A MESSENGER. 
  THE GHOST OF DARIUS. 
  XERXES.

    The Scene is laid at the Palace of Susa.

CHORUS

  Away unto the Grecian land
  Hath passed the Persian armament: 
  We, by the monarch’s high command,
  We are the warders true who stand,
  Chosen, for honour and descent,
  To watch the wealth of him who went—­
  Guards of the gold, and faithful styled
  By Xerxes, great Darius’ child!

  But the king went nor comes again—­
  And for that host, we saw depart
  Arrayed in gold, my boding heart
  Aches with a pulse of anxious pain,
  Presageful for its youthful king! 
  No scout, no steed, no battle-car
  Comes speeding hitherward, to bring
  News to our city from afar! 
  Erewhile they went, away, away,
  From Susa, from Ecbatana,
  From Kissa’s timeworn fortress grey,
  Passing to ravage and to war—­
  Some upon steeds, on galleys some,
  Some in close files, they passed from home,
  All upon warlike errand bent—­
  Amistres, Artaphernes went,
  Astaspes, Megabazes high,
  Lords of the Persian chivalry,
  Marshals who serve the great king’s word
  Chieftains of all the mighty horde! 
  Horsemen and bowmen streamed away,
  Grim in their aspect, fixed to slay,
  And resolute to face the fray! 
  With troops of horse, careering fast,
  Masistes, Artembares passed: 
  Imaeus too, the bowman brave,
  Sosthanes, Pharandakes, drave—­
  And others the all-nursing wave
  Of Nilus to the battle gave;
  Came Susiskanes, warrior wild,
  And Pegastagon, Egypt’s child: 
  Thee, brave Arsames! from afar