Bacchae

Euripides

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

  1. Do you perform the rites by night or by day?
Dionysus
  1. Mostly by night; darkness conveys awe.
Pentheus
  1. This is treacherous towards women, and unsound.
Dionysus
  1. Even during the day someone may devise what is shameful.
Pentheus
  1. You must pay the penalty for your evil contrivances.
Dionysus
  1. And you for your ignorance and impiety toward the god.
Pentheus
  1. How bold the Bacchant is, and not unpracticed in speaking!
Dionysus
  1. Tell me what I must suffer; what harm will you do to me?
Pentheus
  1. First I will cut off your delicate hair.
Dionysus
  1. My hair is sacred. I am growing it for the god.
Pentheus
  1. Next give me this thyrsos from your hands.
Dionysus
  1. Take it from me yourself. I bear it as the ensign of Dionysus.
Pentheus
  1. We will guard your body within, in prison.
Dionysus
  1. The god himself will release me, whenever I want.
Pentheus
  1. Yes, when you call him, standing among the Bacchae.
Dionysus
  1. Even now he see my sufferings from close by.
Pentheus
  1. Where is he? He is not visible to my eyes.
Dionysus
  1. Near me; but you, being impious, do not see him.
Pentheus
  1. To attendants Seize him; he insults me and Thebes!
Dionysus
  1. I warn you not to bind me, since I am in my senses and you are not.