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Do heav'n's rich stores, does wisdom know
To grasp the proud head of a foe?
Raptures still rise where Glory takes her stand. EPOD. Blest is the man, who, 'scap'd the stormy seas,
The welcome harbour gains :
But ’midst the various blessings round
Some fruitless fade away,
His happiness I praise,
BACCHUS, PENTHEUS, CHORUS.
Is not permitted, thou, who wou’dst attempt
A daughter sure of Cadmus meets our eye.
And its seven gates rise double to my sight.
Before not friendly, goes with us along.
What thou shou’dst see.
985. Dr. Musgrave, following Tyrwhitt, assigas this line to Bacchus; but if it be read with a comma after op dersi,
'o Isòs ouæpriī, apóolay ñy ovx süpsyns, v. 921. it strongly marks the change in the mind of Pentheus, now touched with fienzy.
What figure do I make?
But this loose lock is started from its place,
Nor as beneath thy mitre I compos'd it. PENT. Tossing my head, and rolling it within,
. Acting these bacchic motions, I displac'd it. BACC. But we, whose care it is to deck thee forth
Will soon adjust it: upright bear thy head. PENT. See that thou dress me right; I trust to thee. BACC. Thy zone is loose, and these contracting folds
Let not thy robes flow seemly to thy feet.
They fall in decent order to my ancles.
Beyond thy warmest hopes, the modest Bacchæ ?
The thyrsus, in my right hand, or in this?
This change of resolution I commend.
The Bacchæ with them, on my shoulders rais'd ?
Disorder'd, now is such as well becomes thee. PENT. Bear we then massy bars, or with my hands
Uprooted shall I place beneath its heights
My shoulders, or support them in my arms ? BACC. Nay, it were pity to destroy these haunts
Where the nymphs love to sport, the fav’rite seats
Of Pan, where oft he breathes his rural reeds. pent. Well hast thou said: these females will not be
By force subdued; I'll hide me 'mongst the firs.
A fraudful spy upon the Mänades.
Like birds, in those delightful haunts that nest.
May'st catch them too, unless thou first art caught.
PENT. Conduct me through the midst of Thebes ; alone
Of all her sons I dare attempt this deed.
Therefore a meed awaits thee, as is fit.
What, my mother's ?
And for that I go.
Thy words import
. In thy mother's arms.
Such as I deserve I court.
To ruthless sufferings: therefore shalt thou find
Sweep o'er the mountain's rugged brow,
Inflame their frentic fury high
Him from Cithæron's rocky head,
Or some enclosure's rising mound,
Then shouting call the Mænades around,
These heights, these heights, ye Bacchæ, who Ascends, our mountain-ranging train to view ?
Whence is his lineage trac'd ?
His birth he to no woman owes;
Or Libyan Gorgon rose.
High thy thund'ring falchion rear,
He with unjust nefarious thought,
And with unholy madness fraught,
Against his mother's hallow'd train,
With peace their cloudless days shall shine,
Who wisdom's temp’rate pow'r obey :
With joy I see their greatness rise,
In honour train’d their lives
By day, by night the gods adore:
T'insult their slighted pow'r.
High thy thund'ring falchion rear;
His sense, O son of Jove, confound;
Or as a dragon rear
A lion breathing flames around
His guilty soul affright.
Shall seize the savage as he flies,
Of th' old Sidonian chief, who sow'd in th' earth
If faithful, mourn the ruin of their lords.
Dost thou then glory in my lord's ill fate? chor. A stranger, in barbaric strains I hymn
The god, nor longer dread the threaten'd chains.
In evils suffer'd, that becomes you not.
The ruthless man devising ruthless deeds.