PEN. How come you out, having escaped your chains?
BAC. Did I not say, or did you not hear, that some one would deliver me?
PEN. Who? for you are always introducing strange things.
BAC. He who produces the rich-clustering vine for mortals.
PEN. This is a fine reproach you charge on Bacchus; I order ye to close every tower all round.
BAC. Why? do not Gods pass over walls too?
PEN. You are wise, wise at least in all save what you should be wise in.
BAC. In what I most ought, in that I was born wise; but first learn, hearing his words who is come from the mountain to bring a message to you; but we will await you, we will not fly.
MESSENGER. Pentheus, ruler o'er this Theban land, I come, having left Cithæron, where never have the brilliant flakes of white snow fallen.[[39]]
PEN. But bringing what important news are you come?