What guise
It liked him. 'Twas not I ordained his shape.
Pentheus.
Aye, deftly turned again. An idle jape,
And nothing answered!
Dionysus.
Wise words being brought
To blinded eyes will seem as things of nought.
Pentheus.
And comest thou first to Thebes, to have thy God
Established?
Dionysus.
Nay; all Barbary hath trod
His dance ere this.
Pentheus.