THE BACCHANALS.
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Pentheus.
Wherefore? From man shall I to woman turn?
Dionysus.
Lest they should kill thee, seeing thee there as man.
Pentheus.
Well said—yea, shrewd hast thou been heretofore.
Dionysus.
Such science Dionysus taught to me. 825
Pentheus.
How then shall thy fair rede become mine act?
Dionysus.
I will into thine halls, and robe thee there.
Pentheus.
What robe? A woman's?—nay, but I think shame.
Dionysus.
Is thy desire to watch the Maenads dead?
Pentheus.
In what garb, say'st thou, wouldst thou drape my form? 830
Dionysus.
Thine head with flowing tresses will I tire.
Pentheus.
And the next fashion of my vesture—what?
