Dionysus.
Surely; the dappled fawn-skin and the wand.
Pentheus (after a struggle with himself).
Enough! I cannot wear a robe and snood.
Dionysus.
Wouldst liefer draw the sword and spill men's blood?
Pentheus (again doubting).
True, that were evil.—Aye; 'tis best to go
First to some place of watch.
Dionysus.
Far wiser so,
Than seek by wrath wrath's bitter recompense.