And you seem to lead me, being like a bull and horns seem to grow on your head. But were you ever before a beast? For you have certainly now become a bull.DionysusThe god accompanies us, now at truce with us, though formerly not propitious. Now you see what you should see.PentheusHow do I look? Don’t I have the posture of Ino, or of my mother Agave?DionysusLooking at you I think I see them. But this lock of your hair has come out of place, not the way I arranged it under your headband.PentheusI displaced it indoors, shaking my head forwards and backwards and practising my Bacchic revelry.