The reason being, they are far behind Hellenes in wisdom.
DIONYSUS
In this at least far in advance, though their customs differ.
PENTHEUS
Is it by night or day thou performest these devotions?
DIONYSUS
By night
mostly; darkness lends solemnity.
PENTHEUS
Calculated to entrap and
corrupt women.
DIONYSUS
Day too for that matter may discover shame.
PENTHEUS
This vile quibbling settles thy punishment.
DIONYSUS
Brutish
ignorance and godlessness will settle thine.
PENTHEUS
How bold our Bacchanal is growing! a very master in this wordy
strife!
DIONYSUS
Tell me what I am to suffer; what is the
grievous doom thou wilt
inflict upon me?
PENTHEUS
First will I shear off thy
dainty tresses.
DIONYSUS
My locks are
sacred; for the god I let them grow.
PENTHEUS
Next
surrender that thyrsus.
DIONYSUS
Take it from me thyself; 'tis the wand of Dionysus I am bearing.
PENTHEUS
In
dungeon deep thy body will I guard.
DIONYSUS
The god himself will set me free, whene'er I list.
PENTHEUS
Perhaps he may, when thou standest amid thy Bacchanals and callest
on his name.
DIONYSUS
Even now he is near me and witnesses my treatment.
PENTHEUS
Why, where is he? To my eyes he is invisible.
DIONYSUS
He is by my side; thou art a godless man and
therefore dost not
see him.
PENTHEUS
Seize him! the fellow scorns me and Thebes too.
DIONYSUS
I bid you bind me not, reason addressing madness.
PENTHEUS
But I say "bind!" with better right than thou.
DIONYSUS
Thou hast no knowledge of the life thou art leading; thy very
existence is now a
mystery to thee.
PENTHEUS
I am Pentheus, son of Agave and Echion.
DIONYSUS
Well-named to be misfortune's mate!
PENTHEUS
Avaunt! Ho! shut him up within the horses' stalls hard by, that
for light he may have pitchy gloom. Do thy dancing there, and these
women whom thou bringest with thee to share thy villainies I will
either sell as slaves or make their hands cease from this noisy
beating of drums, and set them to work at the loom as servants of my
own.
DIONYSUS
I will go; for that which fate forbids, can never
befall me. For
this thy
mockery be sure Dionysus will exact a
recompense of thee-even
the god whose
existence thou deniest; for thou art injuring him by
haling me to prison.
Exit DIONYSUS, guarded, and PENTHEUS.
CHORUS
Hail to thee, Dirce, happy maid, daughter revered of Achelous!
within thy founts thou didst receive in days gone by the babe of Zeus,
what time his father caught him up into his thigh from out the
deathless flame, while thus he cried: "Go rest, my Dithyrambus,
there within thy father's womb; by this name, O Bacchic god, I now
proclaim thee to Thebes." But thou, blest Dirce, thrustest me aside,
when in thy midst I
strive to hold my revels graced with crowns. Why
dost thou scorn me? Why avoid me? By the clustered charm that Dionysus
sheds o'er the vintage I vow there yet shall come a time when thou
wilt turn thy thoughts to Bromius. What
furious rage the earth-born
race displays, even Pentheus
sprung of a
dragon of old, himself the
son of earth-born Echion, a
savagemonster in his very mien, not
made in human mould, but like some
murderous giant pitted against
heaven; for he means to bind me, the handmaid of Bromius, in cords
forthwith, and e'en now he keeps my fellow-reveller pent within his
palace, plunged in a
gloomydungeon. Dost thou mark this, O
Dionysus, son of Zeus, thy prophets struggling 'gainst resistless
might? Come, O king, brandishing thy golden thyrsus along the slopes
of Olympus;
restrain the pride of this bloodthirsty wretch! Oh!
where in Nysa, haunt of beasts, or on the peaks of Corycus art thou,
Dionysus, marshalling with thy wand the revellers? or haply in the
thick forest depths of Olympus, where erst Orpheus with his lute
gathered trees to his minstrelsy, and beasts that range the fields. Ah
blest Pieria! Evius honours thee, to thee will he come with his
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thither will he lead the circling
Maenads, crossing the swift current of Axius and the Lydias, that
giveth
wealth and happiness to man, yea, and the father of rivers,
which, as I have heard, enriches with his waters fair a land of
steeds.
DIONYSUS (Within)
What ho! my Bacchantes, ho! hear my call, oh! hear.
CHORUS I
Who art thou? what Evian cry is this that calls me?
whence comes
it?
DIONYSUS
What ho! once more I call, I the son of Semele, the child of Zeus.
CHORUS II
My master, O my master, hail!
CHORUS III
Come to our revel-band, O Bromian god.
CHORUS IV
Thou solid earth!
CHORUS V
Most awful shock!
CHORUS VI
O horror! soon will the palace of Pentheus
totter and fall.
CHORUS VII
Dionysus is within this house.
CHORUS VIII
Do
homage to him.
CHORUS IX
We do! I do!
CHORUS X
Did ye mark yon architrave of stone upon the columns start
asunder?
CHORUS XI
Within these walls the triumph-shout of Bromius himself will rise.
DIONYSUS
Kindle the blazing torch with
lightning's fire,
abandon to the
flames the halls of Pentheus.
CHORUS XII
Ha! dost not see the flame, dost not clearly mark it at the
sacredtomb of Semele, the
lightning flame which long ago the hurler of the
bolt left there?
CHORUS XIII
Your trembling limbs
prostrate, ye Maenads, low upon the ground.
CHORUS XIV
Yea, for our king, the son of Zeus, is assailing and utterly
confounding this house.
Enter DIONYSUS.
DIONYSUS
Are ye so
stricken with
terror that ye have fallen to the earth, O
foreign dames? Ye saw then, it would seem, how the Bacchic god made
Pentheus' halls to quake; but arise, be of good heart,
compose your
trembling limbs.
CHORUS
O chiefest splendour of our gladsome Bacchic sport, with what
joy I see thee in my loneliness!
DIONYSUS
Were ye cast down when I was led into the house, to be plunged
into the
gloomydungeons of Pentheus?
CHORUS
Indeed I was. Who was to protect me, if thou shouldst meet with
mishap? But how wert thou set free from the clutches of this godless
wretch?
DIONYSUS
My own hands worked out my own
salvation, easily and without
trouble.
CHORUS
But did he not lash fast thy hands with cords?
DIONYSUS
There too I mocked him; he thinks he bound me,
whereas he never
touched or caught hold of me, but fed himself on fancy. For at the
stall, to which he brought me for a gaol, he found a bull, whose
legs and hoofs he straightly tied, breathing out fury the while, the
sweat trickling from his body, and he
biting his lips; but I from near
at hand sat
calmly looking on. Meantime came the Bacchic god and
made the house quake, and at his mother's tomb relit the fire; but
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seeing this, thought his palace was ablaze, and
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thither he rushed, bidding his servants bring water; but all in vain
was every servant's busy toil. Thereon he let this labour be awhile,
and, thinking maybe that I had escaped, rushed into the palace with
his
murderous sword unsheathed. Then did Bromius-so at least it seemed
to me; I only tell you what I thought-made a
phantom in the hall,
and he rushed after it in
headlong haste, and stabbed the lustrous
air, thinking he wounded me. Further the Bacchic god did other outrage
to him; he dashed the building to the ground, and there it lies a mass
of ruin, a sight to make him rue most
bitterly my bonds. At last
from sheer
fatigue he dropped his sword and fell fainting; for he a
mortal frail, dared to wage war upon a god; but I
meantime quietly
left the house and am come to you, with never a thought of Pentheus.
But
methinks he will soon appear before the house; at least there is a
sound of steps within. What will he say, I wonder, after this? Well,
be his fury never so great, I will
lightly bear it; for 'tis a wise
man's way to school his
temper into due control.
Enter PENTHEUS.
PENTHEUS
Shamefully have I been treated; that stranger, whom but now I made
so fast in prison, hath escaped me. Ha! there is the man! What means
this? How didst thou come forth, to appear thus in front of my palace?
DIONYSUS
Stay where thou art; and
moderate thy fury.
PENTHEUS
How is it thou hast escaped thy fetters and art at large?
DIONYSUS
Did I not say, or didst thou not hear me, "There is one will loose
me."
PENTHEUS
Who was it? there is always something strange in what thou sayest.
DIONYSUS
He who makes the clustering vine to grow for man.