Agave.
See, it falls to his breast,
Curling and gently tressed,
The hair of the Wild Bull's crest—
The young steer of the fell!
Leader.
Most like a beast of the wild
That head, those locks defiled.
Agave (lifting up the head, more excitedly).
He wakened his Mad Ones,
A Chase-God, a wise God!
He sprang them to seize this!
He preys where his band preys.
Leader (brooding, with horror).
In the trail of thy Mad Ones
Thou tearest thy prize, God!
Agave.