Wait, good my friend! These crooked matters may
Even yet be straightened.
[Pentheus has started as though to seek his army at the gate.
Pentheus.
Aye, if I obey
Mine own slaves' will; how else?
Dionysus.
Myself will lead
The damsels hither, without sword or steed.
Pentheus.
How now?—This is some plot against me!
Dionysus.
What
Dost fear? Only to save thee do I plot.