CHOR. Who was it who first smote him?
AG. The honor is mine. Happy Agave! We are renowned in our revels.
CHOR. Who else?
AG. Cadmus's.
CHOR. What of Cadmus?
AG. Descendants after me, after me laid hands on this beast.
CHOR. You are fortunate in this capture.
AG. Partake then of our feast.
CHOR. What shall I, unhappy, partake of?
AG. The whelp is young about the chin; he has just lost his soft-haired head-gear.[[63]]