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Yea, by my right foot so, meseems, it is.

To left, true by the sinew hangs the robe.

Me wilt thou surely count thy chiefest friend,

When sight of sober Bacchants cheats thine hopes.

This thyrsus—shall I hold it in this hand,

Or this, the more to seem true Bacchanal.

In the right hand, and with the right foot timed

Bear it:—all praise to thy converted heart!

Could I upon my shoulders raise the glens

Of Mount Kithairon, yea, and the Bacchanals?

Thou mightest, an thou wouldst: erewhile thy soul

Was warped; but now 'tis even as befits.

With levers?—or shall mine hands tear it up

With arm or shoulder thrust beneath its crests?