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 trees to his minstrelsy, and beasts that range the fields. Ah, blest Pieria! Evius honours thee, to thee will he come with his Bacchic rites to lead the dance, and thither will he lead the circling Mænads, 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.

. What ho! my Bacchantes, ho! hear my call, oh! hear.

. Who art thou? what Evian cry is this that calls me? whence comes it?

. What ho! once more I call, I the son of Semele, the child of Zeus.

. My master, O my master, hail!

. Come to our revel-band, O Bromian god.

. Thou solid earth!

. Most awful shock!

. O horror! soon will the palace of Pentheus totter and fall.

. Dionysus is within this house.

. Do homage to him.

. We do! we do!

. Did ye mark yon architrave of stone upon the columns start asunder?

. Within these walls the triumph-shout of Bromius himself will rise.

Kindle the blazing torch with lightning’s fire, abandon to the flames the halls of Pentheus.

. Ha! dost not see the flame, dost not clearly mark it at the sacred tomb of Semele, the lightning flame which long ago the hurler of the bolt left there?