To seize the godless Pentheus,[n8] ev’n as a hare
Is dogged to death. And you, the fountains pure
Of Pleistus,[f7] and Poseidon’s[f8] mighty power[n9]
I pray, and Jove most high, that crowns all things
With consummation. These the gods that lead me
To the prophetic seat, and may they grant me
Best-omened entrance; may consulting Greeks,
If any be, by custom’d lot approach;
For as the gods my bosom stir, I pour
The fateful answer.