Nay; I need not such soft care!
Dionysus.
So soft?
Pentheus.
Whate'er it be, I have earned it well!
[Exit Pentheus towards the Mountain.
Dionysus.
Fell, fell art thou; and to a doom so fell
Thou walkest, that thy name from South to North
Shall shine, a sign for ever!—Reach thou forth
Thine arms, Agâvê, now, and ye dark-browed
Cadmeian sisters! Greet this prince so proud
To the high ordeal, where save God and me,
None walks unscathed!—The rest this day shall see.
[Exit Dionysus following Pentheus.
Chorus.