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THE BACCHANALS.
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Pentheus.
Ay, my mother.
Dionysus.
To all men manifest—
Pentheus.
For this I come.
Dionysus.
High-borne shalt thou return—
Pentheus.
O silken ease!
Dionysus.
On a mother's hands.
Pentheus.
Thou wouldst thrust pomp on me!
Dionysus.
Nay, 'tis but such pomp—
Pentheus.
As is my desert. 970
Dionysus.
Strange, strange man! Strange shall thine experience be.
So shalt thou win renown that soars to heaven.
[Exit Pentheus.
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