Where shall I turn me else? No home have I.
Cadmus.
I know not; I can help thee not.
Agave.
Farewell, O home, O ancient tower!
Lo, I am outcast from my bower,
And leave ye for a worser lot.
Cadmus.
Go forth, go forth to misery,
The way Actaeon's father went!
Agave.
Father, for thee my tears are spent.