Bacchae

Euripides

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

  1. 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.
Dionysus
  1. The god accompanies us, now at truce with us, though formerly not propitious. Now you see what you should see.
Pentheus
  1. How do I look? Don’t I have the posture of Ino, or of my mother Agave?
Dionysus
  1. Looking 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.
Pentheus
  1. I displaced it indoors, shaking my head forwards and backwards and practising my Bacchic revelry.