With streaming locks and thyrsus uplifted440

In high-waving hands, now join in the revels,

And wild in their madness they rend Pentheus

Limb from limb.

Their fury spent, with weary frame,

They look upon their impious deed,

And know it not.

Into the sea realms holds, the foster-mother of Bacchus;445

Round her the daughters of Nereus dance, Leucothoë singing;

Over the mighty deep, though new to its waves, Palaemon,