Pentheus (not listening to him).
In my right hand
Is it, or thus, that I should bear the wand,
To be most like to them?
Dionysus.
Up let it swing
In the right hand, timed with the right foot's spring. . . .
'Tis well thy heart is changed!
Pentheus (more wildly).
What strength is this!
Kithaeron's steeps and all that in them is—
How say'st thou?—Could my shoulders lift the whole?
Dionysus.
Surely thou canst, and if thou wilt! Thy soul,
Being once so sick, now stands as it should stand.
Pentheus.