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Speak! Hard my heart beats, waiting for its doom.

Thou!—thou, and those thy sisters murdered him.

Where perished he?—at home, or in what place?

There, where Aktaion erst by hounds was torn.

How to Kithairon went this hapless one?

To mock the God and thy wild rites he went.

But we—for what cause thither journeyed we?

Ye were distraught: all Thebes went Bacchant-wild.

Dionysus ruined us! I see it now.

Ye flouted him, would not believe him God.

Where, father, is my son's belovèd corse?