BAC. Even by day some may devise base things.
PEN. You must pay the penalty of your evil devices.
BAC. And you of your ignorance, being impious to the God.
PEN. How bold is Bacchus, and not unpracticed in speech.
BAC. Say what I must suffer, what ill wilt thou do me?
PEN. First I will cut off your delicate hair.
BAC. The hair is sacred, I cherish it for the God.[[30]]
PEN. Next yield up this thyrsus out of your hands.
BAC. Take it from me yourself, I bear it as the ensign of Bacchus.
PEN. And we will guard your body within in prison.