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Agave
Share in the feast then. Chorus
What? I share in the feast, wretched woman? Agave
[1185] The bull is young; his cheek is just growing downy under his soft-haired crest. Chorus
Yes, his hair looks like a wild beast's. Agave
Bacchus, a wise huntsman, [1190] wisely set the Maenads against this beast. Chorus
Our lord is a hunter. Agave
Do you praise me? Chorus
I praise you. Agave
Soon the Kadmeans— Chorus
[1195] And your son Pentheus, too— Agave
Will praise his mother who has caught this lion-like prey. Chorus
Extraordinary. Agave
And extraordinarily caught. Chorus
Are you proud? Agave
I am delighted, for I have performed great—yes, great—and notable deeds on this hunt.
Euripides. The Tragedies of Euripides, translated by T. A. Buckley. Bacchae. London. Henry G. Bohn. 1850.
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