Bacchae

Euripides

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

  1. Without weapons I will bring the women here.
Pentheus
  1. Alas! You are contriving this as a trick against me.
Dionysus
  1. What sort, if I wish to save you by my contrivances?
Pentheus
  1. You have devised this together, so that you may have your revelry forever.
Dionysus
  1. I certainly did—that is so—with the god.
Pentheus
  1. To a servant Bring me my armor. To Dionysus And you, stop speaking.
Dionysus
  1. Ah! Do you wish to see them sitting together in the mountains?
Pentheus
  1. Certainly. I’d give an enormous amount of gold for that.
Dionysus
  1. Why do you desire this so badly?
Pentheus
  1. I would be sorry to see them in their drunkenness.
Dionysus
  1. But would you see gladly what is grievous to you?
Pentheus
  1. To be sure, sitting quietly under the pines.
Dionysus
  1. But they will track you down, even if you go in secret.
Pentheus
  1. You are right: I will go openly.
Dionysus
  1. Shall I guide you? Will you attempt the journey?
Pentheus
  1. Lead me as quickly as possible. I grudge you the time.
Dionysus
  1. Put linen clothes on your body then.
Pentheus
  1. What is this? Shall I then, instead of a man, be reckoned among the women?
Dionysus
  1. Lest they kill you if you are seen there as a man.
Pentheus
  1. Again you speak correctly: how wise you have been all along!