THE BACCHANALS.
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Dionysus.
Chiefly by night: gloom lends solemnity.
Pentheus.
Ay—and for women snares of lewdness too.
Dionysus.
In the day too may lewdness be devised.
Pentheus.
Now punished must thy vile evasions be.
Dionysus.
Ay, and thy folly and impiety. 490
Pentheus.
How bold our Bacchant is, in word-fence skilled!
Dionysus.
What is my doom? What vengeance wilt thou wreak?
Pentheus.
Thy dainty tresses first will I cut off.
Dionysus.
Hallowed my locks are, fostered for the God.
Pentheus.
Next, yield me up this thyrsus from thine hands. 495
Dionysus.
Take it thyself. 'Tis Dionysus' wand.
