CAD. What son then was born in your house to your husband?
AG. Pentheus, by the association of myself and his father.
CAD. Whose head then have you in your arms?
AG. That of a lion, as those who hunted him said.
CAD. Look now rightly; short is the toil to see.
AG. Ah! what do I see? what is this I bear in my hands?
CAD. Look at it, and learn more clearly.
AG. I see the greatest grief, wretch that I am!
CAD. Does it seem to you to be like a lion?
AG. No: but I, wretched, hold the head of Pentheus.