Bacchantes -- Drama; Dionysus (Greek deity) -- Drama; Pentheus, King of Thebes (Mythological character) -- Drama
In my right hand
Is it, or thus, that I should bear the wand,
To be most like to them?
DIONYSUS.
Up let it swing
In the right hand, timed with the right foot's spring. . . .
'Tis well thy heart is changed!
PENTHEUS (_more wildly_).
What strength is this!
Kithaeron's steeps and all that in them is--
How say'st thou?--Could my shoulders lift the whole?
DIONYSUS.
Surely thou canst, and if thou wilt! Thy soul,
Being once so sick, now stands as it should stand.
PENTHEUS.
Shall it be bars of iron? Or this bare hand
And shoulder to the crags, to wrench them down?
DIONYSUS.
Wouldst wreck the Nymphs' wild temples, and the brown
Rocks, where Pan pipes at noonday?
PENTHEUS.
Nay; not I!
Force is not well with women. I will lie
Hid in the pine-brake.
DIONYSUS.
Even as fits a spy
On holy and fearful things, so shalt thou lie!
PENTHEUS (_with a laugh_).
They lie there now, methinks--the wild birds, caught
By love among the leaves, and fluttering not!
DIONYSUS.
It may be. That is what thou goest to see,
Aye, and to trap them--so they trap not thee!
PENTHEUS.
Forth through the Thebans' town! I am their king,
Aye, their one Man, seeing I dare this thing!
DIONYSUS.
Yea, thou shalt bear their burden, thou alone;
Therefore thy trial awaiteth thee!--But on;
With me into thine ambush shalt thou come
Unscathed; then let another bear thee home!
PENTHEUS.
The Queen, my mother.
DIONYSUS.
Marked of every eye.
PENTHEUS.
For that I go!
DIONYSUS.
Thou shalt be borne on high!
PENTHEUS.
That were like pride!
DIONYSUS.
Thy mother's hands shall share
Thy carrying.
PENTHEUS.
Nay; I need not such soft care!
DIONYSUS.
So soft?
PENTHEUS.
Whate'er it be, I have earned it well!
[_Exit_ PENTHEUS _towards the Mountain_.
DIONYSUS.
Fell, fell art thou; and to a doom so fell
Thou walkest, that thy name from South to North
Shall shine, a sign for ever!--Reach thou forth
Thine arms, Agâvê, now, and ye dark-browed
Cadmeian sisters! Greet this prince so proud
To the high ordeal, where save God and me,
None walks unscathed!--The rest this day shall see.
[_Exit_ DIONYSUS _following_ PENTHEUS.
CHORUS.
_Some Maidens._
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