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| Forth to the rock-seat where he dwells in ward | 400 |
| O’er birds and wonders; rend the stone with crow | |
| And trident; make one wreck of high and low, | |
| And toss his hands to all the winds of air! | |
| Ha, have I found the way to sting thee, there? | 404 |
| The rest, forth through the town! And seek amain | |
| This girl-faced stranger, that hath wrought such bane | |
| To all Thebes, preying on our maids and wives. | |
| Seek till ye find; and lead him here in gyves, | 408 |
| Till he be judged and stoned and weep in blood | |
| The day he troubled Pentheus with his God! [The guards set forth in two bodies; PENTHEUS goes into the Castle. | |
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TEIRESIAS
Hard heart, how little dost thou know what seed | |
| Thou sowest! Blind before, and now indeed | 412 |
| Most mad!—Come, Cadmus, let us go our way, | |
| And pray for this our persecutor, pray | |
| For this poor city, that the righteous God | |
| Move not in anger.—Take thine ivy rod | 416 |
| And help my steps, as I help thine. ’Twere ill, | |
| If two old men should fall by the roadway. Still, | |
| Come what come may, our service shall be done | |
| To Bacchios, the All-Father’s mystic son. | 420 |
| O Pentheus, named of sorrow! Shall he claim | |
| From all thy house fulfilment of his name, | |
| Old Cadmus?—Nay, I speak not from mine art, | |
| But as I see—blind words and a blind heart! [The two Old Men go off towards the Mountain. | 424 |
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CHORUS
Some Maidens
Thou Immaculate on high; | |
| Thou Recording Purity; | |
| Thou that stoopest, Golden Wing, | |
| Earthward, manward, pitying, | 428 |
| Hearest thou this angry King? | |
| Hearest thou the rage and scorn | |
| ’Gainst the Lord of Many Voices, | |
| Him of mortal mother born, | 432 |
| Him in whom man’s heart rejoices, | |
| Girt with garlands and with glee, | |
| First in Heaven’s sovranty? | |
| For his kingdom, it is there, | 436 |
| In the dancing and the prayer, | |
| In the music and the laughter, | |
| In the vanishing of care, | |
| And of all before and after; | 440 |
| In the Gods’ high banquet, when | |
| Gleams the grape-flood, flashed to heaven; | |
| Yea, and in the feasts of men | |
| Comes his crownèd slumber; then | 444 |
| Pain is dead and hate forgiven! | |
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Others
Loose thy lips from out the rein; | |
| Lift thy wisdom to disdain; | |
| Whatso law thou canst not see, | 448 |
| Scorning; so the end shall be | |
| Uttermost calamity! | |
| ’Tis the life of quiet breath, | |
| ’Tis the simple and the true, | 452 |
| Storm nor earthquake shattereth, | |
| Nor shall aught the house undo | |
| Where they dwell. For, far away, | |
| Hidden from the eyes of day, | 456 |
| Watchers are there in the skies, | |
| That can see man’s life, and prize | |
| Deeds well done by things of clay. | |
| But the world’s Wise are not wise, | 460 |
| Claiming more than mortal may. | |
| Life is such a little thing; | |
| Lo, their present is departed, | |
| And the dreams to which they cling | 464 |
| Come not. Mad imagining | |
| Theirs, I ween, and empty-hearted! | |
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Divers Maidens
Where is the Home for me? | |
| O Cyprus, set in the sea, | 468 |
| Aphrodite’s home In the soft sea-foam, | |
| Would I could wend to thee; | |
| Where the wings of the Loves are furled, | |
| And faint the heart of the world. | 472 |
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| Aye, unto Paphos’ isle, | |
| Where the rainless meadows smile | |
| With riches rolled From the hundred-fold | |
| Mouths of the far-off Nile, | 476 |
| Streaming beneath the waves | |
| To the roots of the seaward caves. | |
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| But a better land is there | |
| Where Olympus cleaves the air, | 480 |
| The high still dell Where the Muses dwell, | |
| Fairest of all things fair! | |
| O there is Grace, and there is the Heart’s Desire, | |
| And peace to adore thee, thou Spirit of Guiding Fire! | 484 |
| —————— | |
| A God of Heaven is he, | |
| And horn in majesty; | |
| Yet hath he mirth In the joy of the Earth, | 488 |
| And he loveth constantly | |
| Her who brings increase, | |
| The Feeder of Children, Peace. | |
| No grudge hath he of the great; | 492 |
| No scorn of the mean estate; | |
| But to all that liveth His wine he giveth, | |
| Griefless, immaculate; | |
| Only on them that spurn | 496 |
| Joy, may his anger burn. | |
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| Love thou the Day and the Night; | |
| Be glad of the Dark and the Light; | |
| And avert thine eyes From the lore of the wise, | 500 |
| That have honour in proud men’s sight. | |
| The simple nameless herd of Humanity | |
| Hath deeds and faith that are truth enough for me! [As the Chorus ceases, a party of the guards return, leading in the midst of them DIONYSUS, bound. The SOLDIER in command stands forth, as PENTHEUS, hearing the tramp of feet, comes out from the Castle. | |
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SOLDIER
Our quest is finished, and thy prey, O King, | 504 |
| Caught; for the chase was swift, and this wild thing | |
| Most tame; yet never flinched, nor thought to flee, | |
| But held both hands out unresistingly— | |
| No change, no blanching of the wine-red cheek. | 508 |
| He waited while we came, and bade us wreak | |
| All thy decree; yea, laughed, and made my best | |
| Easy, till I for very shame confessed | |
| And said: “O stranger, not of mine own will | 512 |
| I bind thee, but his bidding to fulfil | |
| Who sent me.” | |
| And those prisoned Maids withal | |
| Whom thou didst seize and bind within the wall | 516 |
| Of thy great dungeon, they are fled, O King, | |
| Free in the woods, a-dance and glorying | |
| To Bromios. Of their own impulse fell | |
| To earth, men say, fetter and manacle, | 520 |
| And bars slid back untouched of mortal hand. | |
| Yea, full of many wonders to thy land | |
| Is this man come…. Howbeit, it lies with thee! | |
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PENTHEUS
Ye are mad!—Unhand him. Howso swift he be, | 524 |
| My toils are round him and he shall not fly. [The guards loose the arms of DIONYSUS; PENTHEUS studies him for a while in silence, then speaks jeeringly. DIONYSUS remains gentle and unafraid. | |
| Marry, a fair shape for a woman’s eye, | |
| Sir stranger! And thou seek’st no more, I ween! | |
| Long curls, withal! That shows thou ne’er hast been | 528 |
| A wrestler!—down both cheeks so softly tossed | |
| And winsome! And a white skin! It hath cost | |
| Thee pains, to please thy damsels with this white | |
| And red of cheeks that never face the light! [DIONYSUS is silent. | 532 |
| Speak, sirrah; tell me first thy name and race. | |
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DIONYSUS
No glory is therein, nor yet disgrace. | |
| Thou hast heard of Tmolus, the bright hill of flowers? | |
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PENTHEUS
Surely, the ridge that winds by Sardis towers. | 536 |
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DIONYSUS
Thence am I; Lydia was my fatherland. | |
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PENTHEUS
And whence these revelations, that thy band | |
| Spreadeth in Hellas? | |
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DIONYSUS
Their intent and use | 540 |
| Dionysus oped to me, the Child of Zeus. | |
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PENTHEUS (brutally)
Is there a Zeus there, that can still beget | |
| Young Gods? | |
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DIONYSUS
Nay, only He whose seal was set | 544 |
| Here in thy Thebes on Semele. | |
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PENTHEUS
What way | |
| Descended he upon thee? In full day | |
| Or vision of night? | 548 |
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DIONYSUS
Most clear he stood, and scanned | |
| My soul, and gave his emblems to mine hand. | |
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PENTHEUS
What like be they, these emblems? | |
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DIONYSUS
That may none | 552 |
| Reveal, nor know, save his Elect alone. | |
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PENTHEUS
And what good bring they to the worshipper? | |
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DIONYSUS
Good beyond price, but not for thee to hear. | |
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PENTHEUS
Thou trickster? Thou wouldst prick me on the more | 556 |
| To seek them out! | |
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DIONYSUS
His mysteries abhor | |
| The touch of sin-lovers. | |
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PENTHEUS
And so thine eyes | 560 |
| Saw this God plain; what guise had he? | |
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DIONYSUS
What guise | |
| It liked him. ’Twas not I ordained his shape. | |
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PENTHEUS
Aye, deftly turned again. An idle jape, | 564 |
| And nothing answered! | |
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DIONYSUS
Wise words being brought | |
| To blinded eyes will seem as things of nought. | |
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PENTHEUS
And comest thou first to Thebes, to have thy God | 568 |
| Established? | |
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DIONYSUS
Nay; all Barbary hath trod | |
| His dance ere this. | |
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PENTHEUS
A low blind folk, I ween, | 572 |
| Beside our Hellenes! | |
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DIONYSUS
Higher and more keen | |
| In this thing, though their ways are not thy way. | |
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PENTHEUS
How is thy worship held, by night or day? | 576 |
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DIONYSUS
Most oft by night; ’tis a majestic thing, | |
| The darkness. | |
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PENTHEUS
Ha! with women worshipping? | |
| ’Tis craft and rottenness! | 580 |
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DIONYSUS
By day no less, | |
| Whoso will seek may find unholiness. | |
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PENTHEUS
Enough! Thy doom is fixed, for false pretence | |
| Corrupting Thebes. | 584 |
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DIONYSUS
Not mine; but thine, for dense | |
| Blindness of heart, and for blaspheming God! | |
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PENTHEUS
A ready knave it is, and brazen-browed, | |
| This mystery-priest! | 588 |
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DIONYSUS
Come, say what it shall be, | |
| My doom; what dire thing wilt thou do to me? | |
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PENTHEUS
First, shear that delicate curl that dangles there. [He beckons to the soldiers, who approach DIONYSUS. | |
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DIONYSUS
I have vowed it to my God; ’tis holy hair. [The soldiers cut off the tress. | 592 |
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PENTHEUS
Next, yield me up thy staff! | |
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DIONYSUS
Raise thine own hand | |
| To take it. This is Dionysus’ wand. [PENTHEUS takes the staff. | |
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PENTHEUS
Last, I will hold thee prisoned here. | 596 |
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DIONYSUS
My Lord | |
| God will unloose me, when I speak the word. | |
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PENTHEUS
He may, if e’er again amid his bands | |
| Of saints he hears thy voice! | 600 |
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DIONYSUS
Even now he stands | |
| Close here, and sees all that I suffer. | |
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PENTHEUS
What? | |
| Where is he? For mine eyes discern him not. | 604 |
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DIONYSUS
Where I am! ’Tis thine own impurity | |
| That veils him from thee. | |
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PENTHEUS
The dog jeers at me! | |
| At me and Thebes! Bind him! [The soldiers begin to bind him. | 608 |
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DIONYSUS
I charge ye, bind | |
| Me not! I having vision and ye blind! | |
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PENTHEUS
And I, with better right, say hind the more! [The soldiers obey. | |
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DIONYSUS
Thou knowest not what end thou seekest, nor | 612 |
| What deed thou doest, nor what man thou art! | |
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PENTHEUS (mocking)
Agàvê’s son, and on the father’s part | |
| Echîon’s, hight Pentheus! | |
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DIONYSUS
So let it be, | 616 |
| A name fore-written to calamity! | |
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PENTHEUS
Away, and tie him where the steeds are tied; | |
| Aye, let him lie in the manger!—There abide | |
| And stare into the darkness!—And this rout | 620 |
| Of womankind that clusters thee about, | |
| Thy ministers of worship, are ray slaves! | |
| It may he I will sell them o’er the waves, | |
| Hither and thither; else they shall be set | 624 |
| To labour at my distaffs, and forget | |
| Their timbrel and their songs of dawning day! | |
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DIONYSUS
I go; for that which may not be, I may | |
| Not suffer! Yet for this thy sin, lo, He | 628 |
| Whom thou deniest cometh after thee | |
| For recompense. Yea, in thy wrong to us, | |
| Thou hast cast Him into thy prison-house! [DIONYSUS, without his wand, his hair shorn, and his arms tightly bound, is led off by the guards to his dungeon. PENTHEUS returns into the Palace. | |
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CHORUS
Some Maidens
AcheIoüs’ roaming daughter, | 632 |
| Holy Dircê, virgin water, | |
| Bathed he not of old in thee, | |
| The Babe of God, the Mystery? | |
| When from out the fire immortal | 636 |
| To himself his God did take him, | |
| To his own flesh, and bespake him: | |
| “Enter now life’s second portal, | |
| Motherless Mystery; lo, I break | 640 |
| Mine own body for thy sake, | |
| Thou of the Twofold Door, and seal thee | |
| Mine, O Bromios,”—thus he spake— | |
| “And to this thy land reveal thee.” | 644 |
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All
Still my prayer toward thee quivers, | |
| Dircê, still to thee I hie me; | |
| Why, O Blessèd among Rivers, | |
| Wilt thou fly me and deny me? | 648 |
| By His own joy I vow, | |
| By the grape upon the bough, | |
| Thou shalt seek Him in the midnight, thou shalt love | |
| Him, even now! | 652 |
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Other Maidens
Dark and of the dark impassioned | |
| Is this Pentheus’ blood; yea, fashioned | |
| Of the Dragon, and his birth | |
| From Echîon, child of Earth. | 656 |
| He is no man, but a wonder; | |
| Did the Earth-Child not beget him, | |
| As a red Giant, to set him | |
| Against God, against the Thunder? | 660 |
| He will hind me for his prize, | |
| Me, the Bride of Dionyse; | |
| And my priest, my friend, is taken | |
| Even now, and buried lies; | 664 |
| In the dark he lies forsaken! | |
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All
Lo, we race with death, we perish, | |
| Dionysus, here before thee! | |
| Dost thou mark us not, nor cherish, | 668 |
| Who implore thee, and adore thee? | |
| Hither down Olympus’ side, | |
| Come, O Holy One defied, | |
| Be thy golden wand uplifted o’er the tyrant in his pride! | 672 |
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A Maiden
Oh, where art thou? In thine own | |
| Nysa, thou our help alone? | |
| O’er fierce beasts in orient lands | |
| Doth thy thronging thyrsus wave, | 676 |
| By the high Corycian Cave, | |
| Or where stern Olympus stands; | |
| In the elm-woods and the oaken, | |
| There where Orpheus harped of old, | 680 |
| And the trees awoke and knew him, | |
| And the wild things gathered to him, | |
| As he sang amid the broken | |
| Glens his music manifold? | 684 |
| Dionysus loveth thee; | |
| Blessed Land of Piêrie, | |
| He will come to thee with dancing, | |
| Come with joy and mystery; | 688 |
| With the Maenads at his hest | |
| Winding, winding to the West; | |
| Cross the flood of swiftly glancing | |
| Axios in majesty; | 692 |
| Cross the Lydias, the giver | |
| Of good gifts and waving green; | |
| Cross that Father-Stream of story, | |
| Through a land of steeds and glory | 696 |
| Rolling, bravest, fairest River | |
| E’er of mortals seen! | |
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A VOICE WITHIN
Io! Io! | |
| Awake, ye damsels; hear my cry, | 700 |
| Calling my Chosen; hearken ye! | |
| |
A MAIDEN
Who speaketh? Oh, what echoes thus? | |
| |
ANOTHER
A Voice, a Voice, that calleth us! | |
| |
THE VOICE
Be of good cheer! Lo, it is I, | 704 |
| The Child of Zeus and Semelê. | |
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A MAIDEN
O Master, Master, it is Thou! | |
| |
ANOTHER
O Holy Voice, be with us now! | |
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THE VOICE
Spirit of the Chained Earthquake, | 708 |
| Hear my word; awake, awake! [An Earthquake suddenly shakes the pillars of the Castle. | |
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A MAIDEN
Ha! what is coming? Shall the hall | |
| Of Pentheus racked in ruin fall? | |
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LEADER
Our God is in the house! Ye maids adore Him! | 712 |
| |
CHORUS
We adore Him all! | |
| |
THE VOICE
Unveil the Lighning’s eye; arouse | |
| The fire that sleeps, against this house! [Fire leaps upon the Tomb of Semelê. | |
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A MAIDEN
Ah, saw ye, marked ye there the flame | 716 |
| From Semelê’s enhallowed sod | |
| Awakened? Yea, the Death that came | |
| Ablaze from heaven of old, the same | |
| Hot splendour of the shaft of God? | 720 |
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LEADER
Oh, cast ye, cast ye, to the earth! The Lord | |
| Cometh against this house! Oh, cast ye down, | |
| Ye trembling damsels; He, our own adored, | |
| God’s Child bath come, and all is overthrown! [The Maidens cast themselves upon the ground, their eyes earthward. DIONYSUS, alone and unbound, enters from the Castle. | 724 |
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DIONYSUS
Ye Damsels of the Morning Hills, why lie ye thus dismayed? | |
| Ye marked him, then, our Master, and the mighty hand he laid | |
| On tower and rock, shaking the house of Pentheus?—But arise, | |
| And cast the trembling from your flesh and lift untroubled eyes. | 728 |
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LEADER
O Light in Darkness, is it thou? O Priest, is this thy face? | |
| My heart leaps out to greet thee from the deep of loneliness. | |
| |
DIONYSUS
Fell ye so quick despairing, when beneath the Gate I passed? | |
| Should the gates of Pentheus quell me, or his darkness make me fast? | 732 |
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LEADER
Oh, what was left if thou wert gone? What could I but despair? | |
| How hast thou ’scaped the man of sin? Who freed thee from the snare? | |
| |
DIONYSUS
I had no pain nor peril; ’twas mine own hand set me free. | |
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LEADER
Thine arms were gyvèd! | 736 |
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DIONYSUS
Nay, no gyve, no touch, was laid on me! | |
| ’Twas there I mocked him, in his gyves, and gave him dreams for food. | |
| For when he laid me down, behold, before the stall there stood | |
| A Bull of Offering. And this King, he bit his lips, and straight | 740 |
| Fell on and bound it, hoof and limb, with gasping wrath and sweat | |
| And I sat watching!—Then a Voice; and lo, our Lord was come, | |
| And the house shook, and a great flame stood o’er his mother’s tomb. | |
| And Pentheus hied this way and that, and called his thralls amain | 744 |
| For water, lest his roof-tree burn; and all toiled, all in vain. | |
| Then deemed a-sudden I was gone; and left his fire, and sped | |
| Back to the prison portals, and his lifted sword shone red. | |
| But there, methinks, the God had wrought—I speak but as I guess— | 748 |
| Some dream-shape in mine image; for he smote at emptiness, | |
| Stabbed in the air, and strove in wrath, as though ’twere me he slew. | |
| Then ’mid his dreams God smote him yet again! He overthrew | |
| All that high house. And there in wreck for ever more it lies, | 752 |
| That the day of this my bondage may he sore in Pentheus’ eyes! | |
| And now his sword is fallen, and he lies outworn and wan | |
| Who dared to rise against his God in wrath, being but man. | |
| And I uprose and left him, and in all peace took my path | 756 |
| Force to my Chosen, recking light of Pentheus and his wrath. | |
| But soft, methinks a footstep sounds even now within the hall; | |
| ’Tis he; how think ye he will stand, and what words speak withal? | |
| I will endure him gently, though lie come in fury hot. | 760 |
| For still are the ways of Wisdom, and her temper trembleth not! | |
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Enter PENTHEUS in fury
PENTHEUS
It is too much! This Eastern knave bath slipped | |
| His prison, whom I held but now, hard gripped | |
| In bondage.—Ha! ’Tis he!—What, sirrah, how | 764 |
| Show’st thou before my portals? [He advances furiously upon him. | |
| |
DIONYSUS
And set a quiet carriage to thy rage. | |
| |
PENTHEUS
How comest thou here? How didst thou break thy cage? | |
| Speak! | 768 |
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DIONYSUS
Said I not, or didst thou mark not me, | |
| There was One living that should set me free? | |
| |
PENTHEUS
Who? Ever wilder are these tales of thine. | |
| |
DIONYSUS
He who first made for man the clustered vine. | 772 |
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PENTHEUS
I scorn him and his vines. | |
| |
DIONYSUS
For Dionyse | |
| ’Tis well; for in thy scorn his glory lies. | |
| |
PENTHEUS (to his guard)
Go swift to all the towers, and bar withal | 776 |
| Each gate! | |
| |
DIONYSUS
What, cannot God o’erleap a wall? | |
| |
PENTHEUS
Oh, wit thou hast, save where thou needest it! | |
| |
DIONYSUS
Whereso it most imports, there is my wit!— | 780 |
| Nay, peace! Abide till he who hasteth from | |
| The mountain side with news for thee, be come. | |
| We will not fly, but wait on thy command. [Enter suddenly and in haste a Messenger from the Mountain. | |
| |
MESSENGER
Great Pentheus, Lord of all this Theban land, | 784 |
| I come from high Kithaeron, where the frore | |
| Snow spangles gleam and cease not evermore…. | |
| |
PENTHEUS
And what of import may thy coming bring? | |
| |
MESSENGER
I have seen the Wild White Women there, O King, | 788 |
| Whose fleet limbs darted arrow-like but now | |
| From Thebes away, and come to tell thee how | |
| They work strange deeds and passing marvel. Yet | |
| I first would learn thy pleasure. Shall I set | 792 |
| My whole tale forth, or veil the stranger part? | |
| Yea, Lord, I fear the swiftness of thy heart, | |
| Thine edged wrath and more than royal soul. | |
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PENTHEUS
Thy tale shall nothing scathe thee.—Tell the whole. | 796 |
| It skills not to be wroth with honesty. | |
| Nay, if thy news of them be dark, ’tis he | |
| Shall pay it, who bewitched and led them on. | |
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