Pentheus.
It is some compact ye have made, whereby
To dance these hills for ever!
Dionysus.
Verily,
That is my compact, plighted with my Lord!
Pentheus (turning from him).
Ho, armourers! Bring forth my shield and sword!—
And thou, be silent!
Dionysus
(after regarding him fixedly, speaks with resignation).
Ah!—Have then thy will!
[He fixes his eyes upon Pentheus again, while the armourers bring out his armour; then speaks in a tone of command.