A low blind folk, I ween,
Beside our Hellenes!
Dionysus.
Higher and more keen
In this thing, though their ways are not thy way.
Pentheus.
How is thy worship held, by night or day?
Dionysus.
Most oft by night; 'tis a majestic thing,
The darkness.
Pentheus.
Ha! with women worshipping?
'Tis craft and rottenness!