The earliest surviving tragedy. Xerxes' mother waits for news of the Persian invasion of Greece. A messenger arrives from Salamis. What follows is the enemy's own account of the greatest Greek victory — told with devastating sympathy.
Start ReadingThe complete text of Persians. Xerxes' mother waits for news of the invasion of Greece. A messenger brings word of the catastrophe at Salamis.
The chorus of Persian elders assembles at Susa, cataloguing the vast army Xerxes has led against Greece. They are anxious — no word has come back.
Queen Atossa, Xerxes' mother, describes a disturbing dream: two women, one Greek and one Persian, yoked together, and the Persian one broke free and fell.
The chorus reflects anxiously on the might of Persia and the dangerous ambition of Xerxes in bridging the Hellespont — an act that defied the gods.
A messenger arrives with catastrophic news: the fleet is destroyed at Salamis. He names the dead commanders one by one.
The messenger describes the battle of Salamis in vivid detail — the Greek war-cry, the trapped Persian ships, the slaughter in the narrows.
The chorus laments the destruction of Persian manhood and power. The empire's heart has been torn out.
Atossa decides to summon the ghost of Darius from his tomb. She brings offerings and performs the ritual of necromancy.
The chorus invokes the underworld powers and calls Darius's shade to rise. The ritual chanting builds to a climax.
Darius's ghost rises and hears the news. He pronounces it divine punishment for Xerxes' hubris — especially the bridging of the Hellespont and the destruction of Greek temples.
Darius prophesies the defeat at Plataea and warns that the earth itself has risen against Persian arrogance. He counsels his wife to comfort Xerxes.
The chorus mourns the golden age of Darius and the disasters brought by his son. The catalogue of the dead becomes a dirge for the empire.
Xerxes arrives in torn robes, the wreckage of his army straggling behind him. The contrast with his departure could not be more absolute.
Xerxes and the chorus exchange a ritual lament, tearing their garments and beating their breasts. He displays his empty quiver — the army is gone.