Bacchantes -- Drama; Dionysus (Greek deity) -- Drama; Pentheus, King of Thebes (Mythological character) -- Drama
Bears it on high! Yea, to these walls her face
Was set, exulting in her deed of blood,
Calling upon her Bromios, her God,
Her Comrade, Fellow-Render of the Prey,
Her All-Victorious, to whom this day
She bears in triumph . . . her own broken heart!
For me, after that sight, I will depart
Before Agâvê comes.--Oh, to fulfil
God's laws, and have no thought beyond His will,
Is man's best treasure. Aye, and wisdom true,
Methinks, for things of dust to cleave unto!
[_The_ MESSENGER _departs into the Castle_.
CHORUS.
_Some Maidens._
Weave ye the dance, and call
Praise to God!
Bless ye the Tyrant's fall!
Down is trod
Pentheus, the Dragon's Seed!
Wore he the woman's weed?
Clasped he his death indeed,
Clasped the rod?
_A Bacchanal._
Yea, the wild ivy lapt him, and the doomed
Wild Bull of Sacrifice before him loomed!
_Others._
Ye who did Bromios scorn,
Praise Him the more,
Bacchanals, Cadmus-born;
Praise with sore
Agony, yea, with tears!
Great are the gifts he bears!
Hands that a mother rears
Red with gore!
LEADER.
But stay, Agâvê cometh! And her eyes
Make fire around her, reeling! Ho, the prize
Cometh! All hail, O Rout of Dionyse!
[_Enter from the Mountain_ AGAVE, _mad, and to all seeming wondrously
happy, bearing the head of_ PENTHEUS _in her hand. The_ CHORUS
MAIDENS _stand horror-struck at the sight; the_ LEADER, _also
horror-struck, strives to accept it and rejoice in it as the God's
deed_.
AGAVE.
Ye from the lands of Morn!
LEADER.
Call me not; I give praise!
AGAVE.
Lo, from the trunk new-shorn
Hither a Mountain Thorn
Bear we! O Asia-born
Bacchanals, bless this chase!
LEADER.
I see. Yea; I see.
Have I not welcomed thee?
AGAVE (_very calmly and peacefully_).
He was young in the wildwood:
Without nets I caught him!
Nay; look without fear on
The Lion; I have ta'en him!
LEADER.
Where in the wildwood?
Whence have ye brought him?
AGAVE.
Kithaeron. . . .
LEADER.
Kithaeron?
AGAVE.
The Mountain hath slain him!
LEADER.
Who first came nigh him?
AGAVE.
I, I, 'tis confessèd!
And they named me there by him
Agâvê the Blessèd!
LEADER.
Who was next in the band on him?
AGAVE.
The daughters. . .
LEADER.
The daughters?
AGAVE.
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