Bacchae

Euripides

Euripides. The Tragedies of Euripides. Vol. I. Buckley, Theodore Alois, translator. London: Henry G. Bohn, 1850.

  1. For your hair is long, not through wrestling, scattered over your cheeks, full of desire; and you have a white skin from careful preparation, hunting after Aphrodite by your beauty not exposed to strokes of the sun, but beneath the shade.
  2. First then tell me who your family is.
Dionysus
  1. I can tell you this easily, without boasting. I suppose you are familiar with flowery Tmolus.
Pentheus
  1. I know of it; it surrounds the city of Sardis.
Dionysus
  1. I am from there, and Lydia is my fatherland.