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. Sacrifice! that will I, by setting afoot a wholesale slaughter of women ’mid Cithseron’s glens, as they deserve.

. Ye will all be put to flight,—a shameful thing that they with the Bacchic thyrsus should rout your mail-clad warriors.

. I find this stranger a troublesome foe to encounter; doing or suffering he is alike irrepressible.

. Friend, there is still a way to compose this bitterness.

. Say how; am I to serve my own servants?

. I will bring the women hither without weapons.

. Ha! ha! this is some crafty scheme of thine against me.

. What kind of scheme, if by my craft I purpose to save thee?

. You have combined with them to form this plot, that your revels may go on for ever.

. Nay, but this is the very compact I made with the god; be sure of that

. (preparing to start forth.) Bring forth my arms! Not another word from thee!

. Ha! wouldst thou see them seated on the hills?

. Of all things, yes! I would give untold sums for that.

. Why this sudden, strong desire?

. ’Twill be a bitter sight, if I find them drunk with wine.

. And would that be a pleasant sight which will prove bitter to thee?

. Believe me, yes! beneath the fir-trees as I sit in silence.