Bacchae
Euripides
Euripides. The Tragedies of Euripides. Vol. I. Buckley, Theodore Alois, translator. London: Henry G. Bohn, 1850.
- Without weapons I will bring the women here.
- Alas! You are contriving this as a trick against me.
- What sort, if I wish to save you by my contrivances?
- You have devised this together, so that you may have your revelry forever.
- I certainly did—that is so—with the god.
- To a servant Bring me my armor. To Dionysus And you, stop speaking.
- Ah! Do you wish to see them sitting together in the mountains?
- Certainly. I’d give an enormous amount of gold for that.
- Why do you desire this so badly?
- I would be sorry to see them in their drunkenness.
- But would you see gladly what is grievous to you?
- To be sure, sitting quietly under the pines.
- But they will track you down, even if you go in secret.
- You are right: I will go openly.
- Shall I guide you? Will you attempt the journey?
- Lead me as quickly as possible. I grudge you the time.
- Put linen clothes on your body then.
- What is this? Shall I then, instead of a man, be reckoned among the women?
- Lest they kill you if you are seen there as a man.
- Again you speak correctly: how wise you have been all along!