Man, thou wouldst fain behold them on the hill
Praying!
Pentheus
(who during the rest of this scene, with a few exceptions, simply speaks the thoughts that Dionysus puts into him, losing power over his own mind).
That would I, though it cost me all
The gold of Thebes!
Dionysus.
So much? Thou art quick to fall
To such great longing.
Pentheus
(somewhat bewildered at what he has said).
Aye; 'twould grieve me much
To see them flown with wine.
Dionysus.
Yet cravest thou such
A sight as would much grieve thee?