Messenger.
And deem'st thou Thebes so beggared, so forlorn
Of manhood, as to sit beneath thy scorn?
Leader.
Thebes hath o'er me no sway!
None save Him I obey,
Dionysus, Child of the Highest, Him I obey and adore!
Messenger.
One can forgive thee!—Yet 'tis no fair thing,
Maids, to rejoice in a man's suffering.
Leader.
Speak of the mountain side!
Tell us the doom he died,
The sinner smitten to death, even where his sin was sore!
Messenger.