Slow
and true are the avenging deities, with printless foot hounding the
impious along their winding path: for law is old as oldest time.
VICTORY IS THE JOY OF JOYS. Happy the sailor in port, he whose race is
o'er: hopes hover over thousands, but
Happiness alone is his
That happy is to-day. {928}
EPISODE IV
Pentheus appears from the palace of Cadmus in disguise as a Maenad.
Infatuation has become a phrensy: he sees double, Dionysus seems a
bull, his eyes penetrate into distance and perceive his mother and her
comrades. Unconscious of the laughter of Dionysus he adjusts his
feminine dress and practices the Maenad step. Irony is added:
_Dio._ Follow me! thy preserver goes before thee;
Another takes thee hence.
_Pen._ Mean'st thou my mother?
_Dio._ Aloft shalt thou be borne--
_Pen._ O the soft carriage!
_Dio._ In thy mother's hands.
_Pen._ Wilt make me thus luxurious?
_Dio._ Strange luxury, indeed!
_Pen._ 'Tis my desert.
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