PEN. Moving it within doors backward and forward, and practicing Bacchic revelry, I disarranged it.
BAC. But we who ought to wait upon you will again rearrange it. But hold up your head.
PEN. Look, do you arrange it, for we depend on you.
BAC. And your girdle is loosened, and the fringes of your garments do not extend regularly round your legs.
PEN. They seem so to me, too, about the right foot at least; but on this side the robe sits well along the leg.
BAC. Will you not think me the first of your friends when, contrary to your expectation, you see the Bacchæ acting modestly?
PEN. But shall I be more like a Bacchant holding the thyrsus in my right hand, or in this?
BAC. You should [hold it in] your right hand, and raise it at the same time with your right foot; and I praise you for having changed your mind.
PEN. Could I bear on my shoulders the glens of Cithæron, Bacchæ and all?
BAC. You could if you were willing; but you had your mind unsound before; but now you have such as you ought.