AG. --will praise, as having caught this lion-born prey.
CHOR. An excellent prey.
AG. Excellently.
CHOR. You rejoice.
AG. I rejoice greatly, having accomplished great and illustrious deeds for
this land.
CHOR. Show now, O wretched woman, thy victorious booty to the citizens,
which you have come bringing with you.
AG. O, ye who dwell in the fair-towered city of the Theban land, come ye,
that ye may behold this prey, O daughters of Cadmus, of the wild beast
which we have taken; not by the thonged javelins of the Thessalians, not by
nets, but by the fingers, our white arms; then may we boast that we should
in vain possess the instruments of the spear-makers; but we, with this
hand, slew this beast, and tore its limbs asunder. Where is my aged father?
let him come near; and where is my son Pentheus? let him take and raise the
ascent of a wattled ladder against the house, that he may fasten to the
triglyphs this head of the lion which I am present having caught.
CAD. Follow me, bearing the miserable burden of Pentheus; follow me, O
servants, before the house; whose body here, laboring with immeasurable
search, I bear, having found it in the defiles of Cithæron, torn to pieces,
and finding nothing in the same place, lying in a thicket, difficult to be
searched. For I heard from some one of the daring deeds of my daughters
just as I came to the city within the walls, with the old Tiresias,
concerning the Bacchæ; and having returned again to the mountain, I bring
back my child, slain by the Mænads. And I saw Autonoe, who formerly bore
Actæon to Aristæus, and Ino together, still mad in the thicket, unhappy
creatures; but some one told me that Agave was coming hither with frantic
foot; nor did I hear a false tale, for I behold her, an unhappy sight.
AG. O father! you may boast a great boast, that you of mortals have
begotten by far the best daughters; I mean all, but particularly myself,
who, leaving my shuttle at the loom, have come to greater things, to catch
wild beasts with my hands. And having taken him, I bear in my arms, as you
see, these spoils of my valor, that they may be suspended against your
house. And do you, O father, receive them in your hands; and rejoicing over
my successful capture, invite your friends to a feast; for you are blessed,
blessed since I have done such deeds.
CAD. O, woe! and not to be seen, of those who have accomplished a slaughter
not to be measured by wretched hands; having stricken down a glorious
victim for the Gods, you invite Thebes and me to a banquet. Alas me, first
for thy ills, then for mine own; how justly, but how severely, has king
Bromius destroyed us, being one of our own family!
AG. How morose is old age in men! and sullen to the eye; would that my son
may be fond of hunting, resembling the disposition of his mother, when with
the Theban youths he would strive after the beasts--but he is only fit to
contend with Gods. He is to be admonished, O father, by you and me, not to
rejoice in clever evil. Where is he? Who will summon him hither to my
sight, that he may see me, that happy woman?
CAD. Alas, alas! knowing what ye have done, ye will grieve a sad grief; but
if forever ye remain in the condition in which ye are, not fortunate, you
will seem not to be unfortunate.
AG. But what of these matters is not well, or what is grievous?
CAD. First cast your eyes up to this sky.
AG. Well; why do you bid me look at it?
CAD. Is it still the same, or think you it is changed?
AG. It is brighter than formerly, and more divine.
CAD. Is then this fluttering still present to your soul?
AG. I understand not your word; but I become somehow sobered, changing from
my former mind.
CAD. Can you then hear any thing, and answer clearly?
AG. How I forget what we said before, O father!
CAD. To what house did you come in marriage?
AG. You gave me, as they say, to the sown Echion.
CAD. What son then was born in your house to your husband?
AG. Pentheus, by the association of myself and his father.
CAD. Whose head then have you in your arms?
AG. That of a lion, as those who hunted him said.
CAD. Look now rightly; short is the toil to see.
AG. Ah! what do I see? what is this I bear in my hands?
CAD. Look at it, and learn more clearly.
AG. I see the greatest grief, wretch that I am!
CAD. Does it seem to you to be like a lion?
AG. No: but I, wretched, hold the head of Pentheus.
CAD. Ay, much lamented before you recognized him.
AG. Who slew him, how came he into my hands?
CAD. O wretched truth, how unseasonably art thou come!
AG. Tell me, since delay causes a quivering at my heart.
CAD. You and your sisters slew him.
AG. And where did he die, in the house, or in what place?
CAD. Where formerly the dogs tore Actæon to pieces.
AG. But why did he, unhappy, go to Cithæron?
CAD. He went deriding the God and your Bacchic revels.
AG. But on what account did we go thither?