Raise thine own hand
To take it. This is Dionysus' wand.
[Pentheus takes the staff.
Pentheus.
Last, I will hold thee prisoned here.
Dionysus.
My Lord
God will unloose me, when I speak the word.
Pentheus.
He may, if e'er again amid his bands
Of saints he hears thy voice!
Dionysus.
Even now he stands
Close here, and sees all that I suffer.