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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Chapter two of The Back Eye by Euripides, translated by
Gilbert Murray. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain
recording by Tony Addison. And to Pentheus in fury, Pentheus,
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it is too much This Eastern nave hath slipped his
present whom I help, but now hard grit in bondage asy,
Oh what Sarah? How shalt thou before my pottles? He
advances furiously upon him. Dionysus softly there and set a
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quiet carriage to thy rage. Pentheus, how comest thou here?
How didst thou break thy cake? Speak? Dionysus said, I not,
or didst thou mark not me? There was one living
that should set me free? Pentheus, who ever wilder these
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tales of thine? Dionysus, he who first made for man
the clustered vine. Pentheus icecorne him and his vines. Dionysus
for dionysed tis well, for in thy scorn his gloryalizes
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Pentheus to his God, go swept all the towers and
bar with all each gate. Dionysus war cannot God o
leap a war? Pentheus, Oh wet thou hast save where
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thou needest, did Dionysus worse, so it most imports. There
is my wit, nay peace abye till he who hasteth
from the mountain side with news for THEE become, we
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will not fly, but wait on thy command. Enter suddenly
and in haste a messenger from the mountain. Messenger, Great Pentheus,
Lord of all this theban land. I come from hykethrein,
where the frost snow spangles, gleam and ceast. Not evermore, Pentheus,
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And what of import may thy coming bring? Messenger? I
have seen the wild white women there o, king whose
fleet limbs darted arrow like, but now from thebes away,
and come to tell THEE how they work, strange deeds
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and passing marble. Yet I first would learn thy pleasure.
Shall I set my whole tale forth? Or veil the
stranger part? Yea Lord, I fear the swiftness of thy heart,
thine edged rock, and more than royal soul, Pantheus, thy
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tale shall nothing scathe THEE tell the whole it skills
not to be wrought with honesty. Nay, if thy news
of them be dark, tis he shall pay it who
bewitched and led them on messenger. Our herded kind were
moving in the dawn up to the peace, the grayest,
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coldest time, when the first rays steal earthward and the
rhyme yields. When I saw three bands of them, the
one or tunaway lead, one ino, one thine own mother
Agave there beneath the trees, sleeping. They lay like wild things,
flung at ease in the forest, one half sinking on
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a bed of deep pine greenery, one with careless head
amid the fallen oak leaves, almost cold impurity, not as
thy tale was told of wine cups and wild music,
and the chase for love amid the forest's loneliness. Then
rose the Queen Agave suddenly amid her band, and gave
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the gods wild cried Awake ye, bacchanals, I hear the
sound of horned kind. Awake ye. Then all round alert
the warm s. He'd fallen from their eyes. A marvel
of swift ranks. I saw them rise, Dames young and old,
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and gentle maids. Unweed among them are their shoulders. First
they shed their tresses, uncut up the fallen fold of mantles,
while some clasp but loosened, hold and girth the dapple
thorn skins in with long, quick snakes that hissed and
writhed with quivering tongue, And one a young fawn held,
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and one a wild wolf cub, and fed them with
white milk and smiled in love. Young mothers with a
mother's breast, and babes at home forgotten. Then they breathed,
wreathed ivy around their brows, and oaken sprays and flowering bryony,
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and one would raise her wand and smite the rock,
and straight a jet of quick, bright water came another
set a thyrsus in the bosomed earth, and there was
red wine that the god sent up to a darkling phantain.
And if any lips sought whiter drafts with dipping finger tips,
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they pressed the sub and gushing from the ground came
springs of milk, and read one's I be cran ran
with sweet honey, drop by drop, O King, hadst thou
been there as I and seen this thing? With prayer
and most high wonder hats Thou gone to adore this God,
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whom now thou roilst upomp how bit the kind wardens
and shepherds straight came to one place amazed and held debate.
And one being there, who walked the streets and scanned
the ways of speech, took lead of them whose hand
knew but the slow soil and the solemn hill, and
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flattering spoken ours. Is it your wilt, masters, we stay.
The mother of the king agave from her lawless worshiping
and win us royal thanks. And this seemed good to all.
And through the branching underwood we hid us cowering in
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the leaves, And there through the appointed hour they made
their prayer and worship of the wand with one accord
of heart and cry yacas brow me ask Lord, God
of God born, and all the mountain felt and worshiped
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with them, and the wild things knelt and ramped and gloried,
And the wilderness was filled with moving voices and dim stress.
Soon as it chants beside my thicket, close to the
queen herself past dancing, and I rose and sprang to
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seize it, but she turned her face upon me. All
my rovers of the chase, my wild white hounds, we
are hunted up each rout, and follow follow for our
Lord and God thereup for fear they tear us. All
we fled amazed and on with hand and weapon, and
they swept toward our herds that browsed the green hill grass.
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Great udded kind, then hadst thou seen bullowing in sword
like hands that cleave and tat a live steer riven asunder,
and the air tossed with rent ribs or limbs of
cloven tread and flesh upon the branches, and a red
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rain from the deep green pines. Yea, bulls of pride
horns swept a rage were fronted under so eyed, flung
stumbling by those multitudinous hands dragged pitilessly, and swept overre
the bands of garbed flesh and bone, unbound with all
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that on thy royal eyes, the lids may fall then
on like birds by their own speed up bone. They
swept toward the plains of waving corn that lie beside
a Soapa's banks, and bring to thebes the rich fruit
of a harvesting on heasy a and urysthray that lime
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nurse amid Gytharen's bowering rocks they burst, destroying as a
foeman's army comes. They caught up little children from their homes,
high on their shoulders, babes unheld that swayed and laughed
and fell. Not all e wreck they made a bronze,
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and iron did shatter, and did play struck hither and thither,
Yet no wound had they caught fire from out the hards.
Yea carried hot flames in their tresses, and was scorchured.
Not the village folked and wroth, took spear and sword,
and turned upon the back eye. Then, dread Lord, the
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wonder was for spirit. Nor barbered brand could scathe nor
touch the damsels. But the wand the soft and wreathed
wand their white hands sped, blasted those men and quelled them,
and they fled dizzily. Sure some God was in these things.
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And the holy women back to those strange springs, returned
that God had sent them. When the day dawned on
the upper height and washed away the stain of battle,
and those girdling snakes hissed to lap the water drops
from cheeks and hair and breast. Therefore I counsel the
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o king received this spirit, whoever he be, to thebes
in glory greatness. Manifold is all about him. And the
tale is told that this is he who first a
man did give the greepers, waging vine, or let him live,
for if he die, then love herself is slain, and
nothing joyous in the world. Again, Leader, albeit I tremble
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and scarce, may speak my thought to a king's face,
Yet will I hide it not? Dionis is God, no
god more true nor higher, Pentheus. It bursts hard bias
like a smothered fire. This frenzy of bacchic women or
my land is made their mock. This needs an iron hand.
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How captain quick to the electron gait, bid gather on
my men at arms, that at call, all that spur
the charger, all who know to wield the orbed targe
or bend the bow. We march toward. For God shall
women dare such deeds against us taste too much to
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bed Dionysus, Thou markst me, not o king, and holdest
like my solemn words. Yet in thine own, despite I
warn thee still lift thou not up thy spear against
a god, but hold thy peace and fear he is rough.
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He will not brook it if that right he is
chosen from the hills of their delight. Pentheus, peace that,
and if for once thou hast left thy chain, get thanks,
or shall I nuck thine arms again, Dionysus, better to
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yield him prayer and sacrifice than kick against the pricks.
Since dionys is God, and thou but mortal, and that
will I yeah sacrifice of women's blood to cry his
name through orgither and Dionysus, ye shall fly all and
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the base your shields of bronze and rim before their ones. Pentius,
there is no way with him, this stranger that so
dougs as well, Or ill I mayn't treat him, he
must babble still, Dionysus, Wait, good, my friend. These crooked
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matters may even yet be straightened. Pantheus has started as
though to seek his army the gate, Pus, I if
I obey mine own slaves will how else Dionysus myself
will lead the damsels hither without sword or steeds. Now
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this says some plot against me, Dionysus, What dost fear?
Only to save thee? Do I plot? Pantheus? It is
some compact YE have made webby to dance these hills forever. Dionysus,
verlieve that is my compact plighted with my lord Panthius,
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turning from him, Ho, armorers bring both my shield and sword,
and that'll be silent. Dionysus, after regarding him fixedly, speaks
with resignation. Ah have then thy will. He fixes his
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eyes upon Pentheus again while the armorers bring out his armor,
then speaks in a tone of command, man, thou wouldst
fain behold them on the hill, praying Pentheus, who, during
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the rest of this scene, with a few exceptions, simply
speaks the thoughts that Dionysus puts into him, losing power
over his own mind. That would I, though it cost
me all the gold of thieves, Dionysus, so much thou
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art quick to fall to such great longing Pentheus, some
what bewildered at what he has said. Ay, twould grieve
me much to see them flown with wine, Dionysus, Yet
cravest thou such a sight as would much grieve thee Pantheus. Yes,
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I fain would watch ambushed among the pines, Dionysus, twas
vain to hide. They soon will track thee ab Panpheus.
Whilst said twas done openly, Dionysus, wilt thou be led
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by me and try the venture, Pantheus, I indeed lead
on Why should we tarry, Dionysus? First, we need a
rich and trailing robe of fine linen to guild thee Pantheus.
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Nay am I a woman? Then? And no man more?
Dionysus wouldst have them slay the dead, No man may
see their mysteries. Pentheus well said, I marked thy subtle
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temper long now, Dionysus tis dionize that prompteth me, Pentheus,
And how meanest thou the further plan, Dionysus. First take
thy way within, I will array thee Pentheus, what arrayed
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the woman's? Nay? I will not, Dionysus, doth it change
so soon? All thy desire to see this stranger? During
pent they wait? What God wilt thou bestow about me, Dionysus. First,
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a long tress dangling low beneath thy shoulders, Pentheus, I,
and neck Dionysus, the said robe falling to thy feet,
and on thine head a snood, Pentheus. And after as
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thou or beyond, Dionysus, surely the dapple thrn skin and
the one Pantheus, after a struggle with himself enough, I
cannot wear a robe and snood. Dionysus would sleep, or
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draw the sword and spill men's blood. Pantheus again, true
that were evil, I tis best to go first to
some place of watch. Dionysus far wiser so than seek
by wrath wroth's bitter recompense. Pantheus, what of the city
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streets can't leave me hence unseen of any Dionysus lonely
and untried, thy path from men shall be, and I
thy guy, Pentheus, I care for nothing, So these baccanals
triumph not against me. Forward to my halls within, I
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will ordain what seemeth best, Dionysus, so beard do king
tis mine to obey thine hest, whatever it be, Pentheus,
after hesitating once more and waiting well, I will go,
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but chance to march and scatter them with suraed lant,
per chance to take thy plan I know not yet,
exit Pentheus into the castle. Dionysus damzles the lion walketh
to the net. He finds his buck eye now and
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sees and dies and pays for all his sin. O Diony's,
this is thine hour, and thou not far away, Grant
us our vengeance first, o master, stay the course of
reason in him, and in still a form of madness.
Let his seeing will, which ne'er had stoop to put
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thy vesture on, be darkened till the deed is lightly done.
Grant likewise that he find through all the streets loud scorn,
this man of wrath and bitter threats that made thebes
tremble lead in woman's guys. I go to fold that
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robe of sacrifice on Pentheus, that shall deck him to
the dark his mother's gip. So shall he learn and
mark God's true son, dion eyes in fullness, God, most
fearful yet to man, most soft of mood. Exit Dionysus,
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following Pentheus into the castle chorus. Some maidens, Will they
ever come to me? Ever again? The long long dancers
on through the dark, or the dim stars wane? Shall
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I feel the dew on my throat and the stream
of wind in my hat? Shall our white feet gleam
in the dim expanses, our feet of a fawn to
the green wood, fled alone in the grass, and the
loveliness leap of the hunted no more in dread beyond
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the spars and the deadly breast. Yet a voice still
in the distant sounds, a voice and a fear, and
a haste of hounds. Oh, wildly lab'ring fiercely fleet onward,
Yet by river and glen is a joy or tarrt
yea sttm swept feet to the dear lone lands, untroubled
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of men, when no voice sounds, and amid the shadowy green,
the little things of the woodland live unseen. What else
is wisdom? What of man's endeavor o'er God's high grace,
so lovely and so great to stand from fear, set
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free to breathe and wait to hold a hand uplifted
over hate, And shall not loveliness be lov'd for ever
others O strength of God, slow up out and still
yet failest. Never on them that worship the ruthless, will
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on them that dream doth his judgment wait, dreams of
the proud man making great and greater evort things which
are not of God. In wide and devious covets hunt
O wise he coucheth Time's unhasting stride, following following him,
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whose eyes look'd not to heav'n, for all is vain
The pulse of the heart, the plot of the brain,
that striveth beyond the laws that live? And is thy
faith so much to give? Is it so hard a
thing to seek that the spirit of God whate'er it be?
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The law that abides and changes, not ages long, the
eternal and nature born, these things be strong. What else
is wisdom? What of man's endeavort o God's high grace,
so lovely and so great to stand from fear, set
free to breathe, and wake to hold a hand uplifted
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over hate, And shall not loveliness be loved for ever?
Leader Happy he on the weary seat, who hath fled
the tempest and won the haven? Happy, whoso hath risen
free above his striving A strangely graven is the orb
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of life, that one and another in gold and power
may outpass his brother. And men in their millions float
and flow and seethe with a million hopes as leaven,
and they win their will, or they miss their will,
and the hopes are dead or are pined for still.
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But whoe'er can know as the long days go, that
to live is happy? Hath found is heaven? Re Enter
Dionysus from the castle Dionysus, Oh aye, that cravest sights.
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Thou must not see, O heart athirst for that which
slakes not the Pentheus I call forth and be seen
in guise of women, maynadd saint of Dione eyes to
spy upon his chosen and thine own mother. And to Pentheus,
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clad like a bacchanal, and strangely excited a spirit of
buckic madness overshadowing him. Thy shape, methinks, is like to
one of catmus royal maids. Pentheus, yea, and mine eye
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is bright. Yon sun shines twofold in the sky, thebes
twofold on the wall of seven gates? And is it
a wild bull this that walks and waits before me?
There are horns upon thy brow? What art that man
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or beast? For surely now the bull is on thee. Dionysus,
he who erst was wroth, goes with us. Now in gentleness.
He hath then seal'd thine eyes to see what thou
shouldst see. Pantheus, say, stand I not as Eno stands,
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or she who bore me, Dionysus. When I look on thee,
it seems I see their very selves. But stay. Why
streams that lock abroad? Not what I laid it crust
under the coif, Pentheus, I did it as I tossed
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my head in dancing to and fro, and cried his
holy music, Dionysus tending him. It shall soon be tied.
Aright tis mine to tend thee Nay, but stand with
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head straight, Pentheus, in the hollow of thy hand, I
lay me deck me as thou wilt, Dionysus. Thy zone
is loosen'd likewise, and the folded down, not evenly falling
to the feet Pentheus, tis so by the right foot.
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But here methinks they flow in one straight blind to
the heel Dionysus while tending him. And if thou prove
thy madness truth, I more than true? What love? And
thanks hast thou for me Pentheus, not listening to him
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in my right hand? Is it of thus that I
should bear the one to be most like to them? Dionysus.
Up let it swing in the right hand, tim'd with
the right foot spring tis while thy heart is chang'd, Pentheus.
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More wildly, what strength is this catherreen steeps' And all
that in them is how sayest thou could my shoulders
lift the hole, Dionysus, surely thou canst. And if thou wilt,
thy soul, being once so sick, now stands as it
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should stand, Pentheus, shall it be bars of iron of
this bare hand and shoulder to the crags to wrench
them down. Dionysus wouldst erect the nymph's wild temples and
the brown rocks where pan pipes at noon dead, Pentheus,
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nay not, I force is not well with women. I
will lie hid in the pine break, Dionysus, even as
fits a spy on holy and fearful things. So shalt
thou lie, Pantheus.
Speaker 2 (30:11):
With allah they lie their namathinks, the wild birds caught
by love among the leaves and fluttering to not, Dionysus.
Speaker 1 (30:25):
It may be that is what thou goest to see I,
and to trap them. So they trap not thee. Pantheus
fought through the thebans town. I am their king, ay
their one man, seeing I dare this thing, Dionysus. Yea,
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thou shalt bear their burden. Thou alone. Therefore thy trial
awaiteth thee. But on with me into thine ambush shop
that come unscathed. Then let another bare the home Panthius,
the queen my mother Dionysus marked of every eye, Panthius.
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But that I go, Dionysus, thou shalt be borne on high, Panthius,
that were like pride Dionysus, thy mother's hands shall share
they carrying Penthius. Nay, I need not such soft cat, Dionysus,
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So so Pius, whate'er it be, I have earned it well.
Exit Pantheus towards the mountain, Dionysus, fella, and to a
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doom so fell thy walkers, that thy name from south
to north shall shine a sign forever reach thou forth
thine arms a gave now, and ye dark browed cat
may and sisters greet this prince so proud to the
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high ordeal worse sake God, and meet none walks unscathed.
The rest this day shall see Exit Dionysus. Following Pentheus chorus.
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Some maidens, oh hounds, raging and blind up by the
mountain road, Sprites of the maddened mind, to the wild
maiden of God, fill with your rage their eyes rage
at the rage unblessed watching in woman's guise the spy
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upon God's possessed A bacchanal, who shall be first to
mark eyes in the rock, that spy eyes in the
pine tree? Dark? Is it his mother? And crag lo?
What is this that comes haunting, troubling still even in
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our heights, our homes, the wild maids of the hill.
What flesh bear this child? Never on woman's breast changelings
so evil smiled man? Is he not but beast lying
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shape of the wild gorgan, read of the waste, or
the chorus? Hitherfore doom and deed. Hither withlifted sword, justice,
wrath of the Lord, Come in our visible need. Smite
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till the throat shall bleed, Smite till the heart shall
bleed him the tyrannous, lawless, godless echians, earth born seed,
other maidens, tyrannously hath ye trod marched him in laws
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despite against thy light, O God, yea, and thy Mother's
light girded him falsely, bold, blinded in craft to quell,
and by man's violence, whole things unconquered, horrible, a bacchanal,
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a straight, pitiless mind, his death unto godliness and to
feel inhuman kind life, and to pain the less knowledge.
We are not foes. I seek thee diligently. But the
world with a great wind blows shining, and not from
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the blowing to beautiful things on amid dark and light,
till life, through the tremblings of laws that are not
the right, breaks clean and pure and sings glorying to
God in the height. Oh the chorus. Hitherfore doom and deed,
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Hither with lifted sword, just as rough of the Lord,
come in our visible need, Smile till the throat shall bleed,
smite till the heart shall bleed him the Tyrannus, lawless,
godless Echion's earth born seed leader appear, appear whatso thy
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shape or name, O mountain bull, snake of the hundred heads,
lion of burning flame, Oh God, beast mystery, Come thy
mystic maids are hunted. Blast the hunter with thy breath.
Cast o'ers had thy snat and laugh aloud and drag
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into his debt. Who stalks thy herded madness in its
lad enter hastily a messenger from the mountain, pale and distraught. Messenger.
Woe to the house once blessed in hellas wo to
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thee old king Sidonian, who did so the dragon seed
on airs bloodily alas even thy slaves must weep for
thee lead it mus from the mountain. Speak, how hath
it sped, Messenger It pentheus, my king Echion's son is dead.
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Lead it all, hail God of the voice manifest evermore,
messeng it. What sayest thou, and how strange thy tone
as thou enjoy it? This my master's overthrow, leadeth with
fierce joy. I rejoice, child of a savage short for
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the chains of my prison are broken, and the dread
where I coward of yore Messenger it and deem'st Thou
thieve so beggared, so forlorn of manhood as to sit
beneath thy scorne. Leadeth thebes hath o me no sway,
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none save him. I obey Dionysus, child of the highest Him,
I obey under door. Messenger. One can forgive thee. Yet
tis no fair thing maids to rejoice in a man
suffering Leader, Speak of the mountainside, tell us the doom
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he died, the sinner smitten to death, even where his
sin was sore. Messenger, we climbed beyond the utmost habitings
of theban shepherds past a zopas springs, and struck into
the land of rock on dim Kythern Pentheus and attending him,
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I and the stranger who should guide our way. Then
first in a green doll we stopped and lay lips
dumb and feet unmoving, warily watching to be unseen, and
yet to see a narrow glen it was by crags
or tow'd, torn through by tossing waters and their loud
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the shadow of great pines over it, And there the
minud maidens sate in toil. They would busily glad, some
with an ivy chain, track'd a worn wand to toss
its locks again. Some wild injoyants, like young steeds set free,
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made answering songs of mystic melody. But my poor master
saw not the great band before him. Stranger cried, he
where we stand, mine eyes can reach. Not these false
saints of thine mank wi a bank or some high
shouldered pine, and I shall see their follies cleared. At
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that there came a marvel where the strangers it touched
to great pine trees, high and heavenward crown and lower
lower lower urged it down to the herbless floor round
like a bending bow, or slow wheels room adjoiner forces
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to so in those hands, the top and mountain stem
bowed slow. Our strength, not mortal, dwelt in them to
the very earth. And there he sat the king, and
slowly lest it cast him in its spring, let back
the young and straining tree, till high it towered again
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amid the towering sky, and pentheus in the branches. Well,
I ween he saw the maynards then, and well was seen,
for scarce was he alove. When suddenly there was no
stranger anymore with me, but out of heaven a voice,
Oh what voice? Else? Twas he that call'd behold our damosels,
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I bring ye him who turneth to despite both me
and ye, and darkeneth. My great light tis yours to avenge.
So spake he. And there came TwixT earth and sky
a pillar of high flame, and silence took the air,
and no leaf stirred in all the forest. Dell thou
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hadst not heard in that vast silence any wild things cry.
And up they sprang, but with bewildered eye agaze and
listening scarce yet hearing true. Then came the voice again,
And when they knew their God's clear call. Old cat'mus
royal brood up like wild pigeons, startled in a wood,
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un flying feet they came his mother, blind Agave and
her sisters, and behind all the wild crowd more deeply
maddened them, the angry rocks and torrent tossing glen until
they spied him in the dark pine tree. Then climbed
a crack hard by. Infuriously, some sought to stone him.
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Some their ones would fling lance wise alop in cruel targeting,
but none could strike the height o'ertop their rage, and
there he clung unscathed, as in a cage caught, and
of all their stripe no end was found. Then hither
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cried a galvet. Stand we round and grip the stem
my wild ones, till we take this climbing cut o
the monk, He shall not make a tale of God's
high dances out. Then shone arm upon arm, past count
and closed upon the pine, and dripped, and the ground
gave and down it reeled. And that I set up
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from the crown of the green pine top with a
shrieking cry, fell as his mind grew clear, and there
hard by was horror visible twas his mother stood o'er
him first, priestess of those rites of blood. He tore
the quake, and from his head away flung it, that
she might know him and not slay to her own misery.
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He touch'd the wild cheek, crying, mother, it is I
thy child, thy pentheus born thee in Echion's hall. Have mercy. Mother.
Let it not befall through sin of mine, that thou
shalt slay thy son. But she, with lips of foam
and eyes that run like leaping fire, with thoughts that
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ne'er should be on earth possess'd by Bacchios, utterly stays
not nor hears. Round his left arm, she put both hands,
sat hard against his side. Her foot drew, and the
shoulder severed, not by might of arm, but easily as
the god made light. Her hands essayed, and the other
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side was eno rending, and the torn flesh cried, and
on a turnaway pressed, and all the crowd of ravening arms. Ye,
all the air was loud with groans that faded into
sobbing breath, dim shrieks and joy and triumphed cries of death.
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And here was borne a severed arm, and there are
hunter's booted foot, white bones, lay bare, with rending and
swift hands, and sanguined tossed as in sport. The flesh
of Pentheus dead. His body lies afart. The precipice hath
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part and parts in many an interstish lurk of the
tangled woodland, noo light questifying, and other head of all
the rest. His mother hath it pierced upon a wand
as one might pierce a lions and through the land,
leaving her as in that dancing place, bears it on
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high yea to these walls. Her face was set exulting
in a deed of blood, calling upon her Bromios, her God,
her comrade fellow, and the prey are all victorious, to
whom this day she bears in triumph her own broken heart.
For me, after that sight, I will depart before Agave comes. Oh.
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To fulfill God's laws, and have no thought beyond his
will is Man's best treasure, high and wisdom. Trumor thinks
for things of dust to cleve unto. The messenger departs
into the castle chorus. Some maidens weep ye the dance,
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and call praise to God. Bless ye the tyrants fall down,
is trod Pentheus, theagon seed wore he the woman's weed
clasped he his death indeed clasped the rod a baccanal yea,
the wild ivy laptem, and the doomed wild bull of
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sacrifice before him loomed others, Ye who did bromios gone
praise him the more bacan Our's cat must born. Praise
with sore agony, yea, with tears. Great are the gifts
he bears hands that a mother he has red with
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gore leadeth. But stay a gave cometh, and her eyes
make fire around her, reeling. Oh, the prize cometh all
hail o rout of dione. Eyes enter from the mountain
a gave mad and to all, seeming wondrously happy, Bearing
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the head of Pentheus in a hand. The chorus maidens
stand horror struck at the sight. The leader, also horror struck,
strives to accept it and rejoice in it as the
God's deed. A garvey, ye, from the lens of morn
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lead it call me not I give praise. A garvid
Lo from the trunk new shorn, hither a mountain thorn
bear wheat, Oh, asia born bachanals, bless this chase lead it?
I see yea I see? Have I not welcomed thee?
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A Garvi, very calmly and peacefully. He was young in
the wildwood without nets. I caught him, nay, look without
fear on the line I obtain him. Lead it? Wherein wildwood?
Where have ye brought him? A Garvey? Kither run? Lead
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it kill their run a garvet. The mountain nats laying him.
Lead it? Who first came nigh him a Garve? I
I tis confessed, and they named me there by him
a Garve. The bless lead it? Who was next in
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the band on him a Garvey? The daughters lead it?
The daughters a Garvey. A cat must laid hand on him.
But the swift hand that slaughters is mine. Mine is
the praise bless ye this day of days. The leader
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tries to speak, but is not able. A Garvey begins
gently stroking the head. A Garvey. Gather ye now to
the feast, lead it feast o miserable A garvet. See
it falls to his breast, curling and gently dressed the
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hair of the wild bull's crest. The young steer of
the fell leadeth most like a beast of the wild
that had those locks defil'd a garvet. Lifting up the
head more excitedly, he wakened his mad ones A chase God,
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a wise god. He sprang them to cease, that he
prays where his band prays. Leadeth brooding with horror in
the trail of thy mad ones. Thou tearst thy prize God,
a garvet, dost praise it, Leader, I praise this a garvet. Ah.
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Soon shall the land praise lead it and pentheus o mother,
thy child a garb he shall cry on my name
as none other blessed the spoils of the lion. Lead
it aye, strange is thy treasure, a garb it, and
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strange was the taking lead it. Thou art glad a
garb it beyond measure, yea glad in the breaking of
dawn upon all this land by the prize, the prize
of my hand. Lead it. Show then to all the land,
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unhappy one, the trophy of this deed that thou hast done.
A govet ho ow ye man that ran the citadel
and shining towers of ancient thee be dwell come look
upon this prize, this lion's spoil that we have taken
yea with our own toil. We Cadmus daughters, not with leatherns,
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set the salient javelins, not with hunter's net, only white
arms and swept hands, bladed fall. Why make ye much
ado and boast with all your armorer's engines. See these
palms were bare, that caught the angry beast, and howled
and tear the limbs of him. Father, Go bring to me,
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my father, I an pentheus, Where is he my son?
He shall set up a ladder stair against this house,
and in the triglyphs that nail me this lion's head,
that gloriously I bring ye, having slain him, I even I.
She goes through the crowd towards the castle, showing the
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head and looking for a place to hang it. Enter
from the mountain, Cadmus with attendants, bearing the body a
pantheus on a beard, Cadmus, arm with your awful burden.
Follow me thralls to his house, whose body grievously, with
many a weary search. At last, in Dinkathrein's glens, I
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found torn limb from limb, and through the interweaving forest
weed scattered men told me of my daughter's deed. When
I was just returned within these walls with gray Tyresius
from the bacchanals, and back I eyed me to the
hills again to seek my murdered sun. There saw my
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plane Actaeon's mother, ranging where he died, a turnaway, and
Ino by her side, wandering ghastly in the pine cups,
says a garbe was not that the rumor is she
cometh fleet foot hither ah tis true? A sight I
scarce can band mine eyes unto a Garvey, turning from
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the palace and seeing him my father. A great boast
is thine this hour. Thou hast begotten daughters high in
power and valiant above all mankind. Yea all valiant, though
none like me. I have let fall the shuttle by
the loom, and raised my hand for higher things to
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slay from out thy land. Wild beasts see in my
arms I bare the prize that nailed above these potles.
It may rise to show what things thy daughters did.
Do Thou take it and call a feast. Proud art
thou knaw and highly favored in our valiency. Cad must
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oh depth of Greek. How can I botherom thee, or
look upon me, poor, poor blood stained hand, poor sesst.
That's a fair sacrifice to stand before God's altars. Daughter, yegg,
and call me and my citizens to feast withal. Nay,
let me weep for thine affliction most and for mine own.
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All All of us are lost, not wrongfully? Yet is
it hard from one who might have loved a promise
us our own ah garve eg, how crabed and how
scowling in the eyes is man's old age. But that
my son likewise were happy of his hunting in my way,
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when with his warrior bands he will assay the wild beasts. Nay,
his valiance is to fight with God's will. Father, Thou
should set him right? Will no one bring him hither
that mine eyes may look on his and show him
this my prize, Cadmus, Alas, if ever ye can know
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again the truth of what ye did? What pain of
pain that truth shall bring? Or were it best to
wake darkened for evermore? And deem your state not misery,
though ye know no happiness a garvet, What seest thou
here to chide or not to bless? Cadmus, after hesitation,
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resolving himself, raise me thine eyes to yon blue dome
of air. A garvet tis done. What dost thou bid
me seek for that, Cadmus? Is it the same? Or
change it? In thy sight? A garved more shining than before,
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more heavenly bright, Cadmus, And that wild tremor is it
with thee still a garvet troubled? I know not what
thou sayest, but my will clears, and some change cometh.
I know not how Cadmus canst hearken then being changed
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and aunts, and I a garb? I have forgotten something
else I could, Cadmus, what husband led thee of all
from mine abode a garbe Echion, whom men called the
child of earth Cadmus. And what child in Echion's has
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had birth? A garb? Pentheus of my love and his
father's bread. Cat Mus, thou bearest in thine arms and head?
What head a garb? Beb beginning to tremble, and not
looking at what she carries? A lions? So they all said,
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in the chase, cad must turned to it. Now tis
no longer toil and gas a garbg. But what is
it what I'm carrying here, Cadmus? Look once upon it
full to all be cleared A garby, I see most
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deadly pang, oh, woe with me, Cadmus, Where is it
the likeness of a lion to the A garby? No
tis the head of God of Penthe is this Cadmus
blood drenched? Thou wouldst know him? Eye tis his? A
Garvey who slew him? How came I to hold this thing? Cadmus?
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O cruel truth? Is this thine homecoming? A garby? Answer?
My heart is hanging on thy breath. Cad must twas
that thou when thy sisters wrote his dad a garbg?
In what place was it his own house? Or where
Cadmus where the dogs to act? And even there her Garb,
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why went he took hertheron what SORTI Cadmus to mock
the god and thine own ecstasy? A garbag? But how
should we be on the hills this day? Cat must,
being mad a spirit, drove all the lamb back way
her Garvey Tis Dionysus had done it. Now I see
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cat must earnestly. Ye wronged him, ye denied his deity.
Her Garb turning from him, show me the body of
the sun. I love, Cadmus, leading her to the beard
tis him my child. Hard was the quest thereof a
garb laid in due state, as there is no answer.
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She licked the veil of the beard and sees, oh,
if I wrought to sin, twas mine? What portion had
my child therein Cadmus he made him like to you, adoring,
not the God who therefore to one bain hath brought you,
and this body, wrecking all our line, And me, aye,
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no man child was ever mine. And now this first
brute of the flesh of thee sad woman foully here
and frightfully lies murdered, whom the house looked up unto
kneeling by the body, O child, my daughter's child, who
holdest through my castle walls, unto the folk a name
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of fear, thou wast. And no man sought to shame
my great beard when they knew that thou wast. There
else have they swift reward. And now I fare forth
in dishonor outcast I the great Cadmus, who sowed the
seed rows of this state of deeds, and reaped the
harvest wonderful harm. My beloved, though thy heart is dull
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in death, Oh, still beloved and always beloved, Never more
than shalt thou lay thine hand to this white beard
and speak to me thy mother's father. Ask who wrongeth
thee who stints thine honor or with malistirs thine heart? Speak,
and I smite thine injuries. But now woe woe to me,
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and thee also woe.
Speaker 3 (01:00:19):
To thy mother and her sister's woe all way, Oh
so walketh not in dread of God let him but
look on this man dead lead it lo, I weep
with thee twas, but you reward God, Saint Tom Pantheus.
Speaker 1 (01:00:34):
But past tis hard a gave my father. Thou canst
see the change in me? A page or more has
been torn out of the manuscript from which all like
copies of the Back Eye are derived. It evidently contained
a speech of Agave, followed presumably by some words of
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the chorus, and in appear rents of Dionysus upon a cloud.
He must have pronounced judgment upon the Thebans in general,
and especially upon the daughters of Cadmus, have justified his
own action and declared his determination to establish his godhead.
Where the manuscript begins again, we find him addressing Cadmus.
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Dionysus and tell of time what gifts for thee he bears,
what griefs and wonders in the winding years. For thou
must change and be a serpent thing strange and beside Thee,
she whom thou didst bring of old, to be thy
bride from heaven, a harmonia, daughter of the Lord of
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war yea, and a chariot of kind. So spake the
word of Zeus. Thee and thy queen shall take through
many lands, lord of a wild array of orient spears,
and many towns. Shall they destroy beneath Thee that last Horde,
until they touch Apollus, dwelling and fulfill their doom. Back
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driven on stormy ways and steep thee only and thy
spous shall heires keep and save alive to the islands
of the blessed. Thus speaketh Dionysus, son confessed of no man,
but of Zeus. Ah. Had ye seeing truth in the hour,
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ye would not all had been well with ye and
the child of God, your friend A govert, Dionysus, we
beseech Thee. We have sinned, Dionysus too late, when there
was time ye knew me, not a govet. We have
confessed yet is thine and too hot. Dionysus, ye mocked me,
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being God, this is your wage, he govet. Should God
be like a proud man in his rage. Dionysus tis
as my sire Zeus willed it long ago, a govet,
turning from him almost with disdain. Oh man, the word
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is spoken. We must go, Dionysus, and seeing ye must
what is it that ye wake, Cadmus, child, We are
come into a deadly strait. All thou poor sufferer, and
thy sisters twain and my sad solp far up to
barbarous men, her gray haired wanderer. I must take my road,
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and then the oracle the doom of God, that I
must lead a raging horde far flown to prey on
hellas lead my spows, mine own harmonia, heir as child,
discoporate and haunting forms, dragon and dragon mate against the
tombs and altar stones of Greece. Lambs upon lance behind us,
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and not cease from toils like other men, nor dream
nor past the foam of Acharon. Find my piece at last,
a garbic father, and I must wander far from thee. Cadmus,
Oh child, why wilt thou reach thine arms to me
as yearns the milk white swan. When old swans die,
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her Garbg, where shall I turn me else? No home
have I, cadmus, I know not I can help thee,
Not her garb it Farewellow home, o ancient taret. Lo
I am outcast from my bower, and leave ye for
a worse a lot, Cadmus, go forth, go forth to misery,
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the way Actaeon's father went her Garvid father for thee,
my tear ha spent. God must make child, because I
must weep for thee, for thee, and for thy sisters.
Twain her garb it on all this house in bitter
wise our lord and master dionys hath poured the utter
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dregs of paying Dionysus in bitter wise, for bitter was
the shame ye did me when thebes honored not my name,
her Garvid. Then lead me where my sisters be together.
Let our tears be shed, our ways be wandered. When
a red kid there and waits to gaze on me,
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Nor I gaze back. No thir sustem, nor song nor
memory in the air. Oh other baccanals be there, Not
I not I to dream of them. A garvet with
a group of attendants goes out on the side away
from the mountain. Dionysus rises upon the cloud and disappears. Chorus.
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There be many shapes of mystery, and many things God
makes to be past hope or fear. And the end.
Men looketh for cometh not. And a path is there
when no man thought so, hath it fallen here? Exient
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end of Chapter two and of the Back Eye by Euripides,
translated by Gilbert Murray.
Chapter two of The Back Eye by Euripides, translated by
Gilbert Murray. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain
recording by Tony Addison. And to Pentheus in fury, Pentheus,
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it is too much This Eastern nave hath slipped his
present whom I help, but now hard grit in bondage asy,
Oh what Sarah? How shalt thou before my pottles? He
advances furiously upon him. Dionysus softly there and set a
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quiet carriage to thy rage. Pentheus, how comest thou here?
How didst thou break thy cake? Speak? Dionysus said, I not,
or didst thou mark not me? There was one living
that should set me free? Pentheus, who ever wilder these
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tales of thine? Dionysus, he who first made for man
the clustered vine. Pentheus icecorne him and his vines. Dionysus
for dionysed tis well, for in thy scorn his gloryalizes
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Pentheus to his God, go swept all the towers and
bar with all each gate. Dionysus war cannot God o
leap a war? Pentheus, Oh wet thou hast save where
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thou needest, did Dionysus worse, so it most imports. There
is my wit, nay peace abye till he who hasteth
from the mountain side with news for THEE become, we
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will not fly, but wait on thy command. Enter suddenly
and in haste a messenger from the mountain. Messenger, Great Pentheus,
Lord of all this theban land. I come from hykethrein,
where the frost snow spangles, gleam and ceast. Not evermore, Pentheus,
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And what of import may thy coming bring? Messenger? I
have seen the wild white women there o, king whose
fleet limbs darted arrow like, but now from thebes away,
and come to tell THEE how they work, strange deeds
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and passing marble. Yet I first would learn thy pleasure.
Shall I set my whole tale forth? Or veil the
stranger part? Yea Lord, I fear the swiftness of thy heart,
thine edged rock, and more than royal soul, Pantheus, thy
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tale shall nothing scathe THEE tell the whole it skills
not to be wrought with honesty. Nay, if thy news
of them be dark, tis he shall pay it who
bewitched and led them on messenger. Our herded kind were
moving in the dawn up to the peace, the grayest,
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coldest time, when the first rays steal earthward and the
rhyme yields. When I saw three bands of them, the
one or tunaway lead, one ino, one thine own mother
Agave there beneath the trees, sleeping. They lay like wild things,
flung at ease in the forest, one half sinking on
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a bed of deep pine greenery, one with careless head
amid the fallen oak leaves, almost cold impurity, not as
thy tale was told of wine cups and wild music,
and the chase for love amid the forest's loneliness. Then
rose the Queen Agave suddenly amid her band, and gave
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the gods wild cried Awake ye, bacchanals, I hear the
sound of horned kind. Awake ye. Then all round alert
the warm s. He'd fallen from their eyes. A marvel
of swift ranks. I saw them rise, Dames young and old,
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and gentle maids. Unweed among them are their shoulders. First
they shed their tresses, uncut up the fallen fold of mantles,
while some clasp but loosened, hold and girth the dapple
thorn skins in with long, quick snakes that hissed and
writhed with quivering tongue, And one a young fawn held,
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and one a wild wolf cub, and fed them with
white milk and smiled in love. Young mothers with a
mother's breast, and babes at home forgotten. Then they breathed,
wreathed ivy around their brows, and oaken sprays and flowering bryony,
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and one would raise her wand and smite the rock,
and straight a jet of quick, bright water came another
set a thyrsus in the bosomed earth, and there was
red wine that the god sent up to a darkling phantain.
And if any lips sought whiter drafts with dipping finger tips,
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they pressed the sub and gushing from the ground came
springs of milk, and read one's I be cran ran
with sweet honey, drop by drop, O King, hadst thou
been there as I and seen this thing? With prayer
and most high wonder hats Thou gone to adore this God,
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whom now thou roilst upomp how bit the kind wardens
and shepherds straight came to one place amazed and held debate.
And one being there, who walked the streets and scanned
the ways of speech, took lead of them whose hand
knew but the slow soil and the solemn hill, and
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flattering spoken ours. Is it your wilt, masters, we stay.
The mother of the king agave from her lawless worshiping
and win us royal thanks. And this seemed good to all.
And through the branching underwood we hid us cowering in
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the leaves, And there through the appointed hour they made
their prayer and worship of the wand with one accord
of heart and cry yacas brow me ask Lord, God
of God born, and all the mountain felt and worshiped
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with them, and the wild things knelt and ramped and gloried,
And the wilderness was filled with moving voices and dim stress.
Soon as it chants beside my thicket, close to the
queen herself past dancing, and I rose and sprang to
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seize it, but she turned her face upon me. All
my rovers of the chase, my wild white hounds, we
are hunted up each rout, and follow follow for our
Lord and God thereup for fear they tear us. All
we fled amazed and on with hand and weapon, and
they swept toward our herds that browsed the green hill grass.
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Great udded kind, then hadst thou seen bullowing in sword
like hands that cleave and tat a live steer riven asunder,
and the air tossed with rent ribs or limbs of
cloven tread and flesh upon the branches, and a red
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rain from the deep green pines. Yea, bulls of pride
horns swept a rage were fronted under so eyed, flung
stumbling by those multitudinous hands dragged pitilessly, and swept overre
the bands of garbed flesh and bone, unbound with all
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that on thy royal eyes, the lids may fall then
on like birds by their own speed up bone. They
swept toward the plains of waving corn that lie beside
a Soapa's banks, and bring to thebes the rich fruit
of a harvesting on heasy a and urysthray that lime
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nurse amid Gytharen's bowering rocks they burst, destroying as a
foeman's army comes. They caught up little children from their homes,
high on their shoulders, babes unheld that swayed and laughed
and fell. Not all e wreck they made a bronze,
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and iron did shatter, and did play struck hither and thither,
Yet no wound had they caught fire from out the hards.
Yea carried hot flames in their tresses, and was scorchured.
Not the village folked and wroth, took spear and sword,
and turned upon the back eye. Then, dread Lord, the
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wonder was for spirit. Nor barbered brand could scathe nor
touch the damsels. But the wand the soft and wreathed
wand their white hands sped, blasted those men and quelled them,
and they fled dizzily. Sure some God was in these things.
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And the holy women back to those strange springs, returned
that God had sent them. When the day dawned on
the upper height and washed away the stain of battle,
and those girdling snakes hissed to lap the water drops
from cheeks and hair and breast. Therefore I counsel the
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o king received this spirit, whoever he be, to thebes
in glory greatness. Manifold is all about him. And the
tale is told that this is he who first a
man did give the greepers, waging vine, or let him live,
for if he die, then love herself is slain, and
nothing joyous in the world. Again, Leader, albeit I tremble
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and scarce, may speak my thought to a king's face,
Yet will I hide it not? Dionis is God, no
god more true nor higher, Pentheus. It bursts hard bias
like a smothered fire. This frenzy of bacchic women or
my land is made their mock. This needs an iron hand.
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How captain quick to the electron gait, bid gather on
my men at arms, that at call, all that spur
the charger, all who know to wield the orbed targe
or bend the bow. We march toward. For God shall
women dare such deeds against us taste too much to
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bed Dionysus, Thou markst me, not o king, and holdest
like my solemn words. Yet in thine own, despite I
warn thee still lift thou not up thy spear against
a god, but hold thy peace and fear he is rough.
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He will not brook it if that right he is
chosen from the hills of their delight. Pentheus, peace that,
and if for once thou hast left thy chain, get thanks,
or shall I nuck thine arms again, Dionysus, better to
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yield him prayer and sacrifice than kick against the pricks.
Since dionys is God, and thou but mortal, and that
will I yeah sacrifice of women's blood to cry his
name through orgither and Dionysus, ye shall fly all and
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the base your shields of bronze and rim before their ones. Pentius,
there is no way with him, this stranger that so
dougs as well, Or ill I mayn't treat him, he
must babble still, Dionysus, Wait, good, my friend. These crooked
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matters may even yet be straightened. Pantheus has started as
though to seek his army the gate, Pus, I if
I obey mine own slaves will how else Dionysus myself
will lead the damsels hither without sword or steeds. Now
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this says some plot against me, Dionysus, What dost fear?
Only to save thee? Do I plot? Pantheus? It is
some compact YE have made webby to dance these hills forever. Dionysus,
verlieve that is my compact plighted with my lord Panthius,
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turning from him, Ho, armorers bring both my shield and sword,
and that'll be silent. Dionysus, after regarding him fixedly, speaks
with resignation. Ah have then thy will. He fixes his
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eyes upon Pentheus again while the armorers bring out his armor,
then speaks in a tone of command, man, thou wouldst
fain behold them on the hill, praying Pentheus, who, during
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the rest of this scene, with a few exceptions, simply
speaks the thoughts that Dionysus puts into him, losing power
over his own mind. That would I, though it cost
me all the gold of thieves, Dionysus, so much thou
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art quick to fall to such great longing Pentheus, some
what bewildered at what he has said. Ay, twould grieve
me much to see them flown with wine, Dionysus, Yet
cravest thou such a sight as would much grieve thee Pantheus. Yes,
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I fain would watch ambushed among the pines, Dionysus, twas
vain to hide. They soon will track thee ab Panpheus.
Whilst said twas done openly, Dionysus, wilt thou be led
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by me and try the venture, Pantheus, I indeed lead
on Why should we tarry, Dionysus? First, we need a
rich and trailing robe of fine linen to guild thee Pantheus.
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Nay am I a woman? Then? And no man more?
Dionysus wouldst have them slay the dead, No man may
see their mysteries. Pentheus well said, I marked thy subtle
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temper long now, Dionysus tis dionize that prompteth me, Pentheus,
And how meanest thou the further plan, Dionysus. First take
thy way within, I will array thee Pentheus, what arrayed
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the woman's? Nay? I will not, Dionysus, doth it change
so soon? All thy desire to see this stranger? During
pent they wait? What God wilt thou bestow about me, Dionysus. First,
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a long tress dangling low beneath thy shoulders, Pentheus, I,
and neck Dionysus, the said robe falling to thy feet,
and on thine head a snood, Pentheus. And after as
(18:30):
thou or beyond, Dionysus, surely the dapple thrn skin and
the one Pantheus, after a struggle with himself enough, I
cannot wear a robe and snood. Dionysus would sleep, or
(18:54):
draw the sword and spill men's blood. Pantheus again, true
that were evil, I tis best to go first to
some place of watch. Dionysus far wiser so than seek
by wrath wroth's bitter recompense. Pantheus, what of the city
(19:23):
streets can't leave me hence unseen of any Dionysus lonely
and untried, thy path from men shall be, and I
thy guy, Pentheus, I care for nothing, So these baccanals
triumph not against me. Forward to my halls within, I
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will ordain what seemeth best, Dionysus, so beard do king
tis mine to obey thine hest, whatever it be, Pentheus,
after hesitating once more and waiting well, I will go,
(20:06):
but chance to march and scatter them with suraed lant,
per chance to take thy plan I know not yet,
exit Pentheus into the castle. Dionysus damzles the lion walketh
to the net. He finds his buck eye now and
(20:29):
sees and dies and pays for all his sin. O Diony's,
this is thine hour, and thou not far away, Grant
us our vengeance first, o master, stay the course of
reason in him, and in still a form of madness.
Let his seeing will, which ne'er had stoop to put
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thy vesture on, be darkened till the deed is lightly done.
Grant likewise that he find through all the streets loud scorn,
this man of wrath and bitter threats that made thebes
tremble lead in woman's guys. I go to fold that
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robe of sacrifice on Pentheus, that shall deck him to
the dark his mother's gip. So shall he learn and
mark God's true son, dion eyes in fullness, God, most
fearful yet to man, most soft of mood. Exit Dionysus,
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following Pentheus into the castle chorus. Some maidens, Will they
ever come to me? Ever again? The long long dancers
on through the dark, or the dim stars wane? Shall
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I feel the dew on my throat and the stream
of wind in my hat? Shall our white feet gleam
in the dim expanses, our feet of a fawn to
the green wood, fled alone in the grass, and the
loveliness leap of the hunted no more in dread beyond
(22:21):
the spars and the deadly breast. Yet a voice still
in the distant sounds, a voice and a fear, and
a haste of hounds. Oh, wildly lab'ring fiercely fleet onward,
Yet by river and glen is a joy or tarrt
yea sttm swept feet to the dear lone lands, untroubled
(22:47):
of men, when no voice sounds, and amid the shadowy green,
the little things of the woodland live unseen. What else
is wisdom? What of man's endeavor o'er God's high grace,
so lovely and so great to stand from fear, set
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free to breathe and wait to hold a hand uplifted
over hate, And shall not loveliness be lov'd for ever
others O strength of God, slow up out and still
yet failest. Never on them that worship the ruthless, will
(23:34):
on them that dream doth his judgment wait, dreams of
the proud man making great and greater evort things which
are not of God. In wide and devious covets hunt
O wise he coucheth Time's unhasting stride, following following him,
(23:56):
whose eyes look'd not to heav'n, for all is vain
The pulse of the heart, the plot of the brain,
that striveth beyond the laws that live? And is thy
faith so much to give? Is it so hard a
thing to seek that the spirit of God whate'er it be?
(24:17):
The law that abides and changes, not ages long, the
eternal and nature born, these things be strong. What else
is wisdom? What of man's endeavort o God's high grace,
so lovely and so great to stand from fear, set
free to breathe, and wake to hold a hand uplifted
(24:41):
over hate, And shall not loveliness be loved for ever?
Leader Happy he on the weary seat, who hath fled
the tempest and won the haven? Happy, whoso hath risen
free above his striving A strangely graven is the orb
(25:02):
of life, that one and another in gold and power
may outpass his brother. And men in their millions float
and flow and seethe with a million hopes as leaven,
and they win their will, or they miss their will,
and the hopes are dead or are pined for still.
(25:25):
But whoe'er can know as the long days go, that
to live is happy? Hath found is heaven? Re Enter
Dionysus from the castle Dionysus, Oh aye, that cravest sights.
(25:46):
Thou must not see, O heart athirst for that which
slakes not the Pentheus I call forth and be seen
in guise of women, maynadd saint of Dione eyes to
spy upon his chosen and thine own mother. And to Pentheus,
(26:11):
clad like a bacchanal, and strangely excited a spirit of
buckic madness overshadowing him. Thy shape, methinks, is like to
one of catmus royal maids. Pentheus, yea, and mine eye
(26:31):
is bright. Yon sun shines twofold in the sky, thebes
twofold on the wall of seven gates? And is it
a wild bull this that walks and waits before me?
There are horns upon thy brow? What art that man
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or beast? For surely now the bull is on thee. Dionysus,
he who erst was wroth, goes with us. Now in gentleness.
He hath then seal'd thine eyes to see what thou
shouldst see. Pantheus, say, stand I not as Eno stands,
(27:17):
or she who bore me, Dionysus. When I look on thee,
it seems I see their very selves. But stay. Why
streams that lock abroad? Not what I laid it crust
under the coif, Pentheus, I did it as I tossed
(27:38):
my head in dancing to and fro, and cried his
holy music, Dionysus tending him. It shall soon be tied.
Aright tis mine to tend thee Nay, but stand with
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head straight, Pentheus, in the hollow of thy hand, I
lay me deck me as thou wilt, Dionysus. Thy zone
is loosen'd likewise, and the folded down, not evenly falling
to the feet Pentheus, tis so by the right foot.
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But here methinks they flow in one straight blind to
the heel Dionysus while tending him. And if thou prove
thy madness truth, I more than true? What love? And
thanks hast thou for me Pentheus, not listening to him
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in my right hand? Is it of thus that I
should bear the one to be most like to them? Dionysus.
Up let it swing in the right hand, tim'd with
the right foot spring tis while thy heart is chang'd, Pentheus.
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More wildly, what strength is this catherreen steeps' And all
that in them is how sayest thou could my shoulders
lift the hole, Dionysus, surely thou canst. And if thou wilt,
thy soul, being once so sick, now stands as it
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should stand, Pentheus, shall it be bars of iron of
this bare hand and shoulder to the crags to wrench
them down. Dionysus wouldst erect the nymph's wild temples and
the brown rocks where pan pipes at noon dead, Pentheus,
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nay not, I force is not well with women. I
will lie hid in the pine break, Dionysus, even as
fits a spy on holy and fearful things. So shalt
thou lie, Pantheus.
Speaker 2 (30:11):
With allah they lie their namathinks, the wild birds caught
by love among the leaves and fluttering to not, Dionysus.
Speaker 1 (30:25):
It may be that is what thou goest to see I,
and to trap them. So they trap not thee. Pantheus
fought through the thebans town. I am their king, ay
their one man, seeing I dare this thing, Dionysus. Yea,
(30:49):
thou shalt bear their burden. Thou alone. Therefore thy trial
awaiteth thee. But on with me into thine ambush shop
that come unscathed. Then let another bare the home Panthius,
the queen my mother Dionysus marked of every eye, Panthius.
(31:13):
But that I go, Dionysus, thou shalt be borne on high, Panthius,
that were like pride Dionysus, thy mother's hands shall share
they carrying Penthius. Nay, I need not such soft cat, Dionysus,
(31:40):
So so Pius, whate'er it be, I have earned it well.
Exit Pantheus towards the mountain, Dionysus, fella, and to a
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doom so fell thy walkers, that thy name from south
to north shall shine a sign forever reach thou forth
thine arms a gave now, and ye dark browed cat
may and sisters greet this prince so proud to the
(32:26):
high ordeal worse sake God, and meet none walks unscathed.
The rest this day shall see Exit Dionysus. Following Pentheus chorus.
(32:46):
Some maidens, oh hounds, raging and blind up by the
mountain road, Sprites of the maddened mind, to the wild
maiden of God, fill with your rage their eyes rage
at the rage unblessed watching in woman's guise the spy
(33:12):
upon God's possessed A bacchanal, who shall be first to
mark eyes in the rock, that spy eyes in the
pine tree? Dark? Is it his mother? And crag lo?
What is this that comes haunting, troubling still even in
(33:36):
our heights, our homes, the wild maids of the hill.
What flesh bear this child? Never on woman's breast changelings
so evil smiled man? Is he not but beast lying
(33:56):
shape of the wild gorgan, read of the waste, or
the chorus? Hitherfore doom and deed. Hither withlifted sword, justice,
wrath of the Lord, Come in our visible need. Smite
(34:18):
till the throat shall bleed, Smite till the heart shall
bleed him the tyrannous, lawless, godless echians, earth born seed,
other maidens, tyrannously hath ye trod marched him in laws
(34:42):
despite against thy light, O God, yea, and thy Mother's
light girded him falsely, bold, blinded in craft to quell,
and by man's violence, whole things unconquered, horrible, a bacchanal,
(35:03):
a straight, pitiless mind, his death unto godliness and to
feel inhuman kind life, and to pain the less knowledge.
We are not foes. I seek thee diligently. But the
world with a great wind blows shining, and not from
(35:26):
the blowing to beautiful things on amid dark and light,
till life, through the tremblings of laws that are not
the right, breaks clean and pure and sings glorying to
God in the height. Oh the chorus. Hitherfore doom and deed,
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Hither with lifted sword, just as rough of the Lord,
come in our visible need, Smile till the throat shall bleed,
smite till the heart shall bleed him the Tyrannus, lawless,
godless Echion's earth born seed leader appear, appear whatso thy
(36:19):
shape or name, O mountain bull, snake of the hundred heads,
lion of burning flame, Oh God, beast mystery, Come thy
mystic maids are hunted. Blast the hunter with thy breath.
Cast o'ers had thy snat and laugh aloud and drag
(36:39):
into his debt. Who stalks thy herded madness in its
lad enter hastily a messenger from the mountain, pale and distraught. Messenger.
Woe to the house once blessed in hellas wo to
(37:00):
thee old king Sidonian, who did so the dragon seed
on airs bloodily alas even thy slaves must weep for
thee lead it mus from the mountain. Speak, how hath
it sped, Messenger It pentheus, my king Echion's son is dead.
(37:22):
Lead it all, hail God of the voice manifest evermore,
messeng it. What sayest thou, and how strange thy tone
as thou enjoy it? This my master's overthrow, leadeth with
fierce joy. I rejoice, child of a savage short for
(37:42):
the chains of my prison are broken, and the dread
where I coward of yore Messenger it and deem'st Thou
thieve so beggared, so forlorn of manhood as to sit
beneath thy scorne. Leadeth thebes hath o me no sway,
(38:02):
none save him. I obey Dionysus, child of the highest Him,
I obey under door. Messenger. One can forgive thee. Yet
tis no fair thing maids to rejoice in a man
suffering Leader, Speak of the mountainside, tell us the doom
(38:28):
he died, the sinner smitten to death, even where his
sin was sore. Messenger, we climbed beyond the utmost habitings
of theban shepherds past a zopas springs, and struck into
the land of rock on dim Kythern Pentheus and attending him,
(38:51):
I and the stranger who should guide our way. Then
first in a green doll we stopped and lay lips
dumb and feet unmoving, warily watching to be unseen, and
yet to see a narrow glen it was by crags
or tow'd, torn through by tossing waters and their loud
(39:12):
the shadow of great pines over it, And there the
minud maidens sate in toil. They would busily glad, some
with an ivy chain, track'd a worn wand to toss
its locks again. Some wild injoyants, like young steeds set free,
(39:33):
made answering songs of mystic melody. But my poor master
saw not the great band before him. Stranger cried, he
where we stand, mine eyes can reach. Not these false
saints of thine mank wi a bank or some high
shouldered pine, and I shall see their follies cleared. At
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that there came a marvel where the strangers it touched
to great pine trees, high and heavenward crown and lower
lower lower urged it down to the herbless floor round
like a bending bow, or slow wheels room adjoiner forces
(40:17):
to so in those hands, the top and mountain stem
bowed slow. Our strength, not mortal, dwelt in them to
the very earth. And there he sat the king, and
slowly lest it cast him in its spring, let back
the young and straining tree, till high it towered again
(40:41):
amid the towering sky, and pentheus in the branches. Well,
I ween he saw the maynards then, and well was seen,
for scarce was he alove. When suddenly there was no
stranger anymore with me, but out of heaven a voice,
Oh what voice? Else? Twas he that call'd behold our damosels,
(41:05):
I bring ye him who turneth to despite both me
and ye, and darkeneth. My great light tis yours to avenge.
So spake he. And there came TwixT earth and sky
a pillar of high flame, and silence took the air,
and no leaf stirred in all the forest. Dell thou
(41:27):
hadst not heard in that vast silence any wild things cry.
And up they sprang, but with bewildered eye agaze and
listening scarce yet hearing true. Then came the voice again,
And when they knew their God's clear call. Old cat'mus
royal brood up like wild pigeons, startled in a wood,
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un flying feet they came his mother, blind Agave and
her sisters, and behind all the wild crowd more deeply
maddened them, the angry rocks and torrent tossing glen until
they spied him in the dark pine tree. Then climbed
a crack hard by. Infuriously, some sought to stone him.
(42:11):
Some their ones would fling lance wise alop in cruel targeting,
but none could strike the height o'ertop their rage, and
there he clung unscathed, as in a cage caught, and
of all their stripe no end was found. Then hither
(42:32):
cried a galvet. Stand we round and grip the stem
my wild ones, till we take this climbing cut o
the monk, He shall not make a tale of God's
high dances out. Then shone arm upon arm, past count
and closed upon the pine, and dripped, and the ground
gave and down it reeled. And that I set up
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from the crown of the green pine top with a
shrieking cry, fell as his mind grew clear, and there
hard by was horror visible twas his mother stood o'er
him first, priestess of those rites of blood. He tore
the quake, and from his head away flung it, that
she might know him and not slay to her own misery.
(43:18):
He touch'd the wild cheek, crying, mother, it is I
thy child, thy pentheus born thee in Echion's hall. Have mercy. Mother.
Let it not befall through sin of mine, that thou
shalt slay thy son. But she, with lips of foam
and eyes that run like leaping fire, with thoughts that
(43:38):
ne'er should be on earth possess'd by Bacchios, utterly stays
not nor hears. Round his left arm, she put both hands,
sat hard against his side. Her foot drew, and the
shoulder severed, not by might of arm, but easily as
the god made light. Her hands essayed, and the other
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side was eno rending, and the torn flesh cried, and
on a turnaway pressed, and all the crowd of ravening arms. Ye,
all the air was loud with groans that faded into
sobbing breath, dim shrieks and joy and triumphed cries of death.
(44:21):
And here was borne a severed arm, and there are
hunter's booted foot, white bones, lay bare, with rending and
swift hands, and sanguined tossed as in sport. The flesh
of Pentheus dead. His body lies afart. The precipice hath
(44:41):
part and parts in many an interstish lurk of the
tangled woodland, noo light questifying, and other head of all
the rest. His mother hath it pierced upon a wand
as one might pierce a lions and through the land,
leaving her as in that dancing place, bears it on
(45:02):
high yea to these walls. Her face was set exulting
in a deed of blood, calling upon her Bromios, her God,
her comrade fellow, and the prey are all victorious, to
whom this day she bears in triumph her own broken heart.
For me, after that sight, I will depart before Agave comes. Oh.
(45:27):
To fulfill God's laws, and have no thought beyond his
will is Man's best treasure, high and wisdom. Trumor thinks
for things of dust to cleve unto. The messenger departs
into the castle chorus. Some maidens weep ye the dance,
(45:53):
and call praise to God. Bless ye the tyrants fall down,
is trod Pentheus, theagon seed wore he the woman's weed
clasped he his death indeed clasped the rod a baccanal yea,
the wild ivy laptem, and the doomed wild bull of
(46:14):
sacrifice before him loomed others, Ye who did bromios gone
praise him the more bacan Our's cat must born. Praise
with sore agony, yea, with tears. Great are the gifts
he bears hands that a mother he has red with
(46:35):
gore leadeth. But stay a gave cometh, and her eyes
make fire around her, reeling. Oh, the prize cometh all
hail o rout of dione. Eyes enter from the mountain
a gave mad and to all, seeming wondrously happy, Bearing
(46:59):
the head of Pentheus in a hand. The chorus maidens
stand horror struck at the sight. The leader, also horror struck,
strives to accept it and rejoice in it as the
God's deed. A garvey, ye, from the lens of morn
(47:21):
lead it call me not I give praise. A garvid
Lo from the trunk new shorn, hither a mountain thorn
bear wheat, Oh, asia born bachanals, bless this chase lead it?
I see yea I see? Have I not welcomed thee?
(47:42):
A Garvi, very calmly and peacefully. He was young in
the wildwood without nets. I caught him, nay, look without
fear on the line I obtain him. Lead it? Wherein wildwood?
Where have ye brought him? A Garvey? Kither run? Lead
(48:07):
it kill their run a garvet. The mountain nats laying him.
Lead it? Who first came nigh him a Garve? I
I tis confessed, and they named me there by him
a Garve. The bless lead it? Who was next in
(48:30):
the band on him a Garvey? The daughters lead it?
The daughters a Garvey. A cat must laid hand on him.
But the swift hand that slaughters is mine. Mine is
the praise bless ye this day of days. The leader
(48:52):
tries to speak, but is not able. A Garvey begins
gently stroking the head. A Garvey. Gather ye now to
the feast, lead it feast o miserable A garvet. See
it falls to his breast, curling and gently dressed the
(49:15):
hair of the wild bull's crest. The young steer of
the fell leadeth most like a beast of the wild
that had those locks defil'd a garvet. Lifting up the
head more excitedly, he wakened his mad ones A chase God,
(49:37):
a wise god. He sprang them to cease, that he
prays where his band prays. Leadeth brooding with horror in
the trail of thy mad ones. Thou tearst thy prize God,
a garvet, dost praise it, Leader, I praise this a garvet. Ah.
(50:06):
Soon shall the land praise lead it and pentheus o mother,
thy child a garb he shall cry on my name
as none other blessed the spoils of the lion. Lead
it aye, strange is thy treasure, a garb it, and
(50:31):
strange was the taking lead it. Thou art glad a
garb it beyond measure, yea glad in the breaking of
dawn upon all this land by the prize, the prize
of my hand. Lead it. Show then to all the land,
(50:53):
unhappy one, the trophy of this deed that thou hast done.
A govet ho ow ye man that ran the citadel
and shining towers of ancient thee be dwell come look
upon this prize, this lion's spoil that we have taken
yea with our own toil. We Cadmus daughters, not with leatherns,
(51:16):
set the salient javelins, not with hunter's net, only white
arms and swept hands, bladed fall. Why make ye much
ado and boast with all your armorer's engines. See these
palms were bare, that caught the angry beast, and howled
and tear the limbs of him. Father, Go bring to me,
(51:41):
my father, I an pentheus, Where is he my son?
He shall set up a ladder stair against this house,
and in the triglyphs that nail me this lion's head,
that gloriously I bring ye, having slain him, I even I.
She goes through the crowd towards the castle, showing the
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head and looking for a place to hang it. Enter
from the mountain, Cadmus with attendants, bearing the body a
pantheus on a beard, Cadmus, arm with your awful burden.
Follow me thralls to his house, whose body grievously, with
many a weary search. At last, in Dinkathrein's glens, I
(52:26):
found torn limb from limb, and through the interweaving forest
weed scattered men told me of my daughter's deed. When
I was just returned within these walls with gray Tyresius
from the bacchanals, and back I eyed me to the
hills again to seek my murdered sun. There saw my
(52:48):
plane Actaeon's mother, ranging where he died, a turnaway, and
Ino by her side, wandering ghastly in the pine cups,
says a garbe was not that the rumor is she
cometh fleet foot hither ah tis true? A sight I
scarce can band mine eyes unto a Garvey, turning from
(53:12):
the palace and seeing him my father. A great boast
is thine this hour. Thou hast begotten daughters high in
power and valiant above all mankind. Yea all valiant, though
none like me. I have let fall the shuttle by
the loom, and raised my hand for higher things to
(53:34):
slay from out thy land. Wild beasts see in my
arms I bare the prize that nailed above these potles.
It may rise to show what things thy daughters did.
Do Thou take it and call a feast. Proud art
thou knaw and highly favored in our valiency. Cad must
(53:56):
oh depth of Greek. How can I botherom thee, or
look upon me, poor, poor blood stained hand, poor sesst.
That's a fair sacrifice to stand before God's altars. Daughter, yegg,
and call me and my citizens to feast withal. Nay,
let me weep for thine affliction most and for mine own.
(54:19):
All All of us are lost, not wrongfully? Yet is
it hard from one who might have loved a promise
us our own ah garve eg, how crabed and how
scowling in the eyes is man's old age. But that
my son likewise were happy of his hunting in my way,
(54:39):
when with his warrior bands he will assay the wild beasts. Nay,
his valiance is to fight with God's will. Father, Thou
should set him right? Will no one bring him hither
that mine eyes may look on his and show him
this my prize, Cadmus, Alas, if ever ye can know
(55:02):
again the truth of what ye did? What pain of
pain that truth shall bring? Or were it best to
wake darkened for evermore? And deem your state not misery,
though ye know no happiness a garvet, What seest thou
here to chide or not to bless? Cadmus, after hesitation,
(55:26):
resolving himself, raise me thine eyes to yon blue dome
of air. A garvet tis done. What dost thou bid
me seek for that, Cadmus? Is it the same? Or
change it? In thy sight? A garved more shining than before,
(55:47):
more heavenly bright, Cadmus, And that wild tremor is it
with thee still a garvet troubled? I know not what
thou sayest, but my will clears, and some change cometh.
I know not how Cadmus canst hearken then being changed
(56:08):
and aunts, and I a garb? I have forgotten something
else I could, Cadmus, what husband led thee of all
from mine abode a garbe Echion, whom men called the
child of earth Cadmus. And what child in Echion's has
(56:31):
had birth? A garb? Pentheus of my love and his
father's bread. Cat Mus, thou bearest in thine arms and head?
What head a garb? Beb beginning to tremble, and not
looking at what she carries? A lions? So they all said,
(56:53):
in the chase, cad must turned to it. Now tis
no longer toil and gas a garbg. But what is
it what I'm carrying here, Cadmus? Look once upon it
full to all be cleared A garby, I see most
(57:14):
deadly pang, oh, woe with me, Cadmus, Where is it
the likeness of a lion to the A garby? No
tis the head of God of Penthe is this Cadmus
blood drenched? Thou wouldst know him? Eye tis his? A
Garvey who slew him? How came I to hold this thing? Cadmus?
(57:39):
O cruel truth? Is this thine homecoming? A garby? Answer?
My heart is hanging on thy breath. Cad must twas
that thou when thy sisters wrote his dad a garbg?
In what place was it his own house? Or where
Cadmus where the dogs to act? And even there her Garb,
(58:02):
why went he took hertheron what SORTI Cadmus to mock
the god and thine own ecstasy? A garbag? But how
should we be on the hills this day? Cat must,
being mad a spirit, drove all the lamb back way
her Garvey Tis Dionysus had done it. Now I see
(58:25):
cat must earnestly. Ye wronged him, ye denied his deity.
Her Garb turning from him, show me the body of
the sun. I love, Cadmus, leading her to the beard
tis him my child. Hard was the quest thereof a
garb laid in due state, as there is no answer.
(58:48):
She licked the veil of the beard and sees, oh,
if I wrought to sin, twas mine? What portion had
my child therein Cadmus he made him like to you, adoring,
not the God who therefore to one bain hath brought you,
and this body, wrecking all our line, And me, aye,
(59:09):
no man child was ever mine. And now this first
brute of the flesh of thee sad woman foully here
and frightfully lies murdered, whom the house looked up unto
kneeling by the body, O child, my daughter's child, who
holdest through my castle walls, unto the folk a name
(59:30):
of fear, thou wast. And no man sought to shame
my great beard when they knew that thou wast. There
else have they swift reward. And now I fare forth
in dishonor outcast I the great Cadmus, who sowed the
seed rows of this state of deeds, and reaped the
harvest wonderful harm. My beloved, though thy heart is dull
(59:53):
in death, Oh, still beloved and always beloved, Never more
than shalt thou lay thine hand to this white beard
and speak to me thy mother's father. Ask who wrongeth
thee who stints thine honor or with malistirs thine heart? Speak,
and I smite thine injuries. But now woe woe to me,
(01:00:17):
and thee also woe.
Speaker 3 (01:00:19):
To thy mother and her sister's woe all way, Oh
so walketh not in dread of God let him but
look on this man dead lead it lo, I weep
with thee twas, but you reward God, Saint Tom Pantheus.
Speaker 1 (01:00:34):
But past tis hard a gave my father. Thou canst
see the change in me? A page or more has
been torn out of the manuscript from which all like
copies of the Back Eye are derived. It evidently contained
a speech of Agave, followed presumably by some words of
(01:00:58):
the chorus, and in appear rents of Dionysus upon a cloud.
He must have pronounced judgment upon the Thebans in general,
and especially upon the daughters of Cadmus, have justified his
own action and declared his determination to establish his godhead.
Where the manuscript begins again, we find him addressing Cadmus.
(01:01:24):
Dionysus and tell of time what gifts for thee he bears,
what griefs and wonders in the winding years. For thou
must change and be a serpent thing strange and beside Thee,
she whom thou didst bring of old, to be thy
bride from heaven, a harmonia, daughter of the Lord of
(01:01:49):
war yea, and a chariot of kind. So spake the
word of Zeus. Thee and thy queen shall take through
many lands, lord of a wild array of orient spears,
and many towns. Shall they destroy beneath Thee that last Horde,
until they touch Apollus, dwelling and fulfill their doom. Back
(01:02:11):
driven on stormy ways and steep thee only and thy
spous shall heires keep and save alive to the islands
of the blessed. Thus speaketh Dionysus, son confessed of no man,
but of Zeus. Ah. Had ye seeing truth in the hour,
(01:02:31):
ye would not all had been well with ye and
the child of God, your friend A govert, Dionysus, we
beseech Thee. We have sinned, Dionysus too late, when there
was time ye knew me, not a govet. We have
confessed yet is thine and too hot. Dionysus, ye mocked me,
(01:02:56):
being God, this is your wage, he govet. Should God
be like a proud man in his rage. Dionysus tis
as my sire Zeus willed it long ago, a govet,
turning from him almost with disdain. Oh man, the word
(01:03:19):
is spoken. We must go, Dionysus, and seeing ye must
what is it that ye wake, Cadmus, child, We are
come into a deadly strait. All thou poor sufferer, and
thy sisters twain and my sad solp far up to
barbarous men, her gray haired wanderer. I must take my road,
(01:03:43):
and then the oracle the doom of God, that I
must lead a raging horde far flown to prey on
hellas lead my spows, mine own harmonia, heir as child,
discoporate and haunting forms, dragon and dragon mate against the
tombs and altar stones of Greece. Lambs upon lance behind us,
(01:04:08):
and not cease from toils like other men, nor dream
nor past the foam of Acharon. Find my piece at last,
a garbic father, and I must wander far from thee. Cadmus,
Oh child, why wilt thou reach thine arms to me
as yearns the milk white swan. When old swans die,
(01:04:32):
her Garbg, where shall I turn me else? No home
have I, cadmus, I know not I can help thee,
Not her garb it Farewellow home, o ancient taret. Lo
I am outcast from my bower, and leave ye for
a worse a lot, Cadmus, go forth, go forth to misery,
(01:04:53):
the way Actaeon's father went her Garvid father for thee,
my tear ha spent. God must make child, because I
must weep for thee, for thee, and for thy sisters.
Twain her garb it on all this house in bitter
wise our lord and master dionys hath poured the utter
(01:05:14):
dregs of paying Dionysus in bitter wise, for bitter was
the shame ye did me when thebes honored not my name,
her Garvid. Then lead me where my sisters be together.
Let our tears be shed, our ways be wandered. When
a red kid there and waits to gaze on me,
(01:05:37):
Nor I gaze back. No thir sustem, nor song nor
memory in the air. Oh other baccanals be there, Not
I not I to dream of them. A garvet with
a group of attendants goes out on the side away
from the mountain. Dionysus rises upon the cloud and disappears. Chorus.
(01:06:04):
There be many shapes of mystery, and many things God
makes to be past hope or fear. And the end.
Men looketh for cometh not. And a path is there
when no man thought so, hath it fallen here? Exient
(01:06:24):
end of Chapter two and of the Back Eye by Euripides,
translated by Gilbert Murray.
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