What else is Wisdom? What of man's endeavour Or God's high grace so lovely and so great? To stand from fear set free, to breathe and wait; To hold a hand uplifted over Hate; And shall not Loveliness be loved for ever? LEADER. Happy he, on the weary sea Who hath fled the tempest and won the haven. Happy whoso hath risen, free, Above his striving. For strangely graven Is the orb of life, that one and another In gold and power may outpass his brother. And men in their millions float and flow And seethe with a million hopes as leaven; And they win their Will, or they miss their Will, And the hopes are dead or are pined for still; But whoe'er can know, As the long days go, That To Live is happy, hath found his Heaven! _Re-enter_ DIONYSUS _from the Castle_. DIONYSUS. O eye that cravest sights thou must not see, O heart athirst for that which slakes not! Thee, Pentheus, I call; forth and be seen, in guise Of woman, Maenad, saint of Dionyse, To spy upon His Chosen and thine own Mother! [_Enter_ PENTHEUS, _clad like a Bacchanal, and strangely excited, a spirit of Bacchic madness overshadowing him_. Thy shape, methinks, is like to one Of Cadmus' royal maids! PENTHEUS. Yea; and mine eye Is bright! Yon sun shines twofold in the sky, Thebes twofold and the Wall of Seven Gates. . . . And is it a Wild Bull this, that walks and waits Before me? There are horns upon thy brow! What art thou, man or beast? For surely now The Bull is on thee! DIONYSUS. He who erst was wrath, Goes with us now in gentleness. He hath Unsealed thine eyes to see what thou shouldst see. PENTHEUS. Say; stand I not as Ino stands, or she Who bore me? DIONYSUS. When I look on thee, it seems I see their very selves!--But stay; why streams That lock abroad, not where I laid it, crossed Under the coif? PENTHEUS. I did it, as I tossed My head in dancing, to and fro, and cried His holy music! DIONYSUS (_tending him_). It shall soon be tied Aright. 'Tis mine to tend thee. . . . Nay, but stand With head straight. PENTHEUS. In the hollow of thy hand I lay me. Deck me as thou wilt. DIONYSUS. Thy zone Is loosened likewise; and the folded gown Not evenly falling to the feet. PENTHEUS. 'Tis so, By the right foot. But here, methinks, they flow In one straight line to the heel. DIONYSUS (_while tending him_). And if thou prove Their madness true, aye, more than true, what love And thanks hast thou for me? PENTHEUS (_not listening to him_).