Get you in front directly.
XANTHIAS
And now I see the most
ferocious monster.
DIONYSUS
O, what's it like?
XANTHIAS
Like everything by turns.
Now it's a bull: now it's a mule: and now
The loveliest girl.
DIONYSUS
O, where? I'll go and meet her.
XANTHIAS
It's ceased to be a girl: it's a dog now.
DIONYSUS
It is Empusa!
XANTHIAS
Well, its face is all
Ablaze with fire.
DIONYSUS
Has it a
copper leg?
XANTHIAS
A
copper leg? yes, one; and one of cow dung.
DIONYSUS
O, w
hither shall I flee?
XANTHIAS
O, w
hither I?
DIONYSUS
My
priest, protect me, and we'll sup together.
XANTHIAS
King Heracles, we're done for.
DIONYSUS
O,
forbear, Good fellow, call me anything but that.
XANTHIAS
Well then, Dionysus.
DIONYSUS
O, that's worse again,
XANTHIAS (to the SPECTRE)
Aye, go thy way. O master,
here, come here.
DIONYSUS
O, what's up now?
XANTHIAS
Take courage; all's serene.
And, like Hegelochus, we now may say
"Out of the storm there comes a new wether."
Empusa's gone.
DIONYSUS
Swear it.
XANTHIAS
By Zeus she is.
DIONYSUS
Swear it again.
XANTHIAS
By Zeus.
DIONYSUS
Again.
XANTHIAS
By Zeus.
O dear, O dear, how pale I grew to see her,
But he, from
fright has yellowed me all over.
DIONYSUS
Ah me,
whence fall these evils on my head? on
Who is the god to blame for my destruction?
Air, Zeus's
chamber, or the Foot of Time?
(A flute is played behind the scenes.)
XANTHIAS
What's the matter?
DIONYSUS
The
breath of flutes.
XANTHIAS
Aye, and a whiff of torches
Breathed o'er me too; a very
mystic whiff.
DIONYSUS
Then
crouch we down, and mark what's going on.
CHORUS (in the distance)
O lacchus! O lacchus! O Iacchus!
XANTHIAS
I have it, master: 'tis those
blessed Mystics,
Of whom he told us, sporting hereabouts.
They sing the Iacchus which Diagoras made.
DIONYSUS
I think so too: we had better both keep quiet
And so find out exactly what it is.
Enter CHORUS, who had chanted the songs of the FROGS, as initiates.
CHORUS
O Iacchus! power excelling,
here in
stately temples dwelling.
O Iacchus! O lacchus!
Come to tread this verdant level,
Come to dance in
mystic revel,
Come
whilst round thy
forehead hurtles
Many a
wreath of
fruitful myrtles,
Come with wild and saucy paces
Mingling in our
joyous dance,
Pure and holy, which embraces
all the charms of all the Graces,
When the
mystic choirs advance.
XANTHIAS
Holy and
sacred queen, Demeter's daughter,
O, what a jolly whiff of pork
breathed o'er me!
DIONYSUS
Hist! and
perchance you'll get some tripe yourself.
CHORUS
Come, arise, from sleep awaking,
come the fiery torches shaking,
O Iacchus! O Iacchus!
Morning Star that shinest nightly.
Lo, the mead is blazing brightly,
Age forgets its years and sadness,
Aged knees curvet for gladness,
Lift thy flashing torches o'er us,
Marshal all thy
blameless train,
Lead, O lead the way before us;
lead the lovely
youthful Chorus
To the marshy
flowery plain.
All evil thoughts and
profane be still:
far hence, far hence from our choirs depart,
Who knows not well what the Mystics tell,
or is not holy and pure of heart;
Who ne'er has the noble revelry learned,
or danced the dance of the Muses high;
or shared in the Bacchic rites which old
bull-eating Cratinus's words supply;
Who
vulgarcoarse buffoonery loves,
though all
untimely the they make;
Or lives not easy and kind with all,
or kindling
factionforbears to slake,
But fans the fire, from a base desire
some
pitiful gain for himself to reap;
Or takes, in office, his gifts and bribes,
while the city is tossed on the stormy deep;
Who fort or fleet to the foe betrays;
or, a vile Thorycion, ships away
Forbidden stores from Aegina's shores,
to Epidaurus across the Bay
Transmitting oar-pads and sails and tar,
that curst
collector of five per cents;
The knave who tries to
procure supplies
for the use of the enemy's armaments;
The Cyclian
singer who dares befoul
the Lady Hecate's
wayside shrine;
The public
speaker who once lampooned
in our Bacchic feasts would, with heart malign,
Keep nibbling away the Comedians' pay;-
to these I utter my
warning cry,
I
charge them once, I
charge them twice,
I
charge them
thrice, that they draw not nigh
To the
sacred dance of the Mystic choir.
But ye, my comrades, awake the song,
The night-long revels of joy and mirth
which ever of right to our feast belong.
Advance, true hearts, advance!
On to the gladsome bowers,
On to the sward, with flowers
Embosomed bright!
March on with jest, and jeer, and dance,
Full well ye've supped to-night.
March, chanting loud your lays,
Your hearts and voices raising,
The Saviour
goddess praising
Who vows she'll still
Our city save to endless days,
Whate'er Thorycion's will.
Break off the
measure, and change the time;
and now with chanting and hymns adorn
Demeter,
goddessmighty and high,
the harvest-queen, the giver of corn.
O Lady, over our rites presiding,
Preserve and succour thy choral throng,
And grant us all, in thy help confiding,
To dance and revel the whole day long;
And much in
earnest, and much in jest,
Worthy thy feast, may we speak therein.
And when we have bantered and laughed our best,
The victor's
wreath be it ours to win.
Call we now the
youthful god,
call him
hither without delay,
Him who travels
amongst his
chorus,
dancing along on the Sacred Way.
O, come with the joy of thy
festival song,
O, come to the
goddess, O, mix with our throng
Untired, though the journey be never so long.
O Lord of the
frolic and dance,
lacchus, beside me advance!
For fun, and for cheapness, our dress thou hast rent,
Through thee we may dance to the top of our bent,
Reviling, and jeering, and none will resent.
O Lord of the
frolic and dance,
lacchus, beside me advance!
A sweet pretty girl I observed in the show,
Her robe had been torn in the scuffle, and lo,
There peeped through the tatters a bosom of snow.
O Lord of the
frolic and dance,
lacchus, beside me advance!
DIONYSUS
Wouldn't I like to follow on, and try
A little sport and dancing?
XANTHIAS
Wouldn't I?
CHORUS
Shall we all a merry joke