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Woe, woe is me!  They beheld ancient and hateful Athens and with one convulsive struggle （alas, alas !） poor wretches, they lie gasping on the shore. Chorus
Did you really lose your trusty eye1there, that which  counted tens upon tens of thousands of the Persians, Batanochus' son Alpistus . . . son of Sesames, Megabates' son, Parthos and mighty Oebares, did you leave these behind?  Alas, alas, the unhappy men! You speak of woe, surpassing woe, for noble Persians.
1 The Persian kings had in their service officers called their “eyes” and “ears,” charged to make report of what they saw and heard.
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