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[Ay—who drives women frenzied from the home!]

'Tis Dionysus' glory, this thy scoff.

I bid ye bar all towers round about.

Why? Cannot Gods pass even over walls?

Wise art thou, wise—save where thou shouldst be wise.

Where most needs wisdom, therein am I wise.

But listen first to yon man, hear his tale

Who with some tidings from the mountains comes.

I will await thee: fear not lest I fly.

Enter Herdman.

Pentheus, thou ruler of this Theban land,

I from Kithairon come, whence never fail

The glistering silver arrows of the snow.

Bringing what weighty tidings comest thou?