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EURIPIDES.
Agave.
Speak! Hard my heart beats, waiting for its doom.
Kadmus.
Thou!—thou, and those thy sisters murdered him. 1290
Agave.
Where perished he?—at home, or in what place?
Kadmus.
There, where Aktaion erst by hounds was torn.
Agave.
How to Kithairon went this hapless one?
Kadmus.
To mock the God and thy wild rites he went.
Agave.
But we—for what cause thither journeyed we? 1295
Kadmus.
Ye were distraught: all Thebes went Bacchant-wild.
Agave.
Dionysus ruined us! I see it now.
Kadmus.
Ye flouted him, would not believe him God.
Agave.
Where, father, is my son's belovèd corse?
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