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424 But lo, I see fast hurrying to the halls

Agavê, Pentheus' mother, with wild eyes

Rolling:—hail ye the revel of our God!

Enter Agavê, carrying the head of Pentheus.

Asian Bacchanals!

Why dost thou challenge me?—say.

Lo, from the mountain-side I bear

A newly-severed ivy-spray

Unto our halls, a goodly prey.

I see—to our revels I welcome thee.

I trapped him, I, with never a snare!

'Tis a lion—the whelp of a lion, plain to see.

Where in the wilderness, where?

Kithairon—

What hath Kithairon wrought?

Him hath Kithairon to slaughter brought.