"
And as he spake, a light of holy fire
Stood up, and blazed from earth straight up to heaven.
Silent the air, silent the verdant grove
Held its still leaves; no sound of living thing.
They, as their ears just caught the half-heard voice,
Stood up erect, and rolled their wandering eyes,
Again he shouted. But when Cadmus' daughters
Heard manifest the god's awakening voice,
Forth rushed they, fleeter than the winged dove,
Their nimble feet quick coursing up and down.
How then the Maenads set upon him and tore him to pieces, his own
mother leading them on: in triumph dance they are bringing his head to
the city. Adore the gods, is the moral. {1164}
CHORAL INTERLUDE V
A short outburst of triumph from the Chorus: then the {1180}
EXODUS
begins with the approach of the Maenads, Agave bearing her son's head
on a thyrsus. In a brief _lyric concerto_ between her and the mocking
Chorus her phrensied triumph is brought out, and how she takes the
bleeding object to be head of a young lion.
Pages:
169
170
171
172
173
174
175
176
177
178
179
180
181
182
183
184
185
186
187
188
189
190
191
192
193