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EURIPIDES.
Chorus.
Yea, the hair of a beast of the wold might it be.
Agave.
Uproused was the Maenad gathering
To the chase, by a cunning hunter full cunningly. 1190
Chorus.
Yea, a hunter is Bacchus our King.
Agave.
Dost thou praise me?
Chorus.
How can I choose but praise?
Agave.
Ay, and full soon shall Kadmus' race—
Chorus.
And Pentheus thy son—
Agave.
Yea, I shall have praise of my scion
For the prey that is taken, even this whelp of a lion.
Chorus.
Strange quarry!—
Agave.
And strangely taken.
