Euripides - The Bacchae (Scene II & Interlude II) lyrics

[Enter a group of soldiers, bringing Dionysus with his arms tied up. Pentheus enters from the palace] SOLDIER: Pentheus, we're here because we've caught the prey 540 you sent us out to catch. Yes, our attempts have proved successful. The beast you see here was tame with us. He didn't try to run. No, he surrendered willingly enough, without turning pale or changing colour on those wine dark cheeks. He even laughed at us, inviting us to tie him up and lead him off. [440] He stood still, making it easier for me to take him in. It was awkward, so I said, "Stranger, I don't want to lead you off, 550 but I'm under orders here from Pentheus, who sent me." And there's something else— those Bacchic women you locked up, the ones you took in chains into the public prison— they've all escaped. They're gone—playing around in some meadow, calling out to Bromius, summoning their god. Chains fell off their feet, just dropping on their own. Keys opened doors not turned by human hands. This man here has come to Thebes full of amazing tricks. 560 But now the rest of this affair is up to you. [450] [Soldier hands chained Dionysus over to Pentheus] PENTHEUS: [Moving up close to Dionysus, inspecting him carefully] Untie his hands. I've got him in my nets. He's not fast enough to get away from me. [Soldiers remove the chains from Dionysus' hands. Pentheus moves in closer] Well, stranger, I see this body of yours is not unsuitable for women's pleasure— that's why you've come to Thebes. As for your hair, it's long, which suggests that you're no wrestler. It flows across your cheeks That's most seductive. You've a white skin, too. You've looked after it, avoiding the sun's rays by staying in the shade, 570 while with your beauty you chase Aphrodite. But first tell me something of your family. [460] DIONYSUS: That's easy enough, though I'm not boasting. You've heard of Tmolus, where flowers grow. PENTHEUS: I know it. It's around the town of Sardis. DIONYSUS: I'm from there. My home land is Lydia. PENTHEUS: Why do you bring these rituals to Greece? DIONYSUS: Dionysus sent me—the son of Zeus. PENTHEUS: Is there some Zeus there who creates new gods? DIONYSUS: No. It's the same Zeus who wed Semele right here. 580 PENTHEUS: Did this Zeus overpower you at night, in your dreams? Or were your eyes wide open? DIONYSUS: I saw him—he saw me. He gave me [470] the sacred rituals. PENTHEUS: Tell me what they're like, those rituals of yours. DIONYSUS: That information cannot be pa**ed on to men like you, those uninitiated in the rites of Bacchus. PENTHEUS: Do they benefit those who sacrifice? DIONYSUS: They're worth knowing, but you're not allowed to hear. PENTHEUS: You've avoided that question sk**fully, 590 making me want to hear an answer. DIONYSUS: The rituals are no friend of any man who's hostile to the gods. PENTHEUS: This god of yours, since you saw him clearly, what's he like? DIONYSUS: He was what he wished to be, not made to order. PENTHEUS: Again you fluently evade my question, saying nothing whatsoever. DIONYSUS: Yes, but then a man can seem totally ignorant when speaking to a fool. [480] PENTHEUS: Is Thebes the first place you've come to with your god? 600 DIONYSUS: All the barbarians are dancing in these rites. PENTHEUS: I'm not surprised. They're stupider than Greeks. DIONYSUS: In this they are much wiser. But their laws are very different, too. PENTHEUS: When you dance these rites, is it at night or during daylight? DIONYSUS: Mainly at night. Shadows confer solemnity. PENTHEUS: And deceive the women. It's all corrupt! DIONYSUS: One can do shameful things in daylight, too. PENTHEUS: You must be punished for these evil games. DIONYSUS: You, too—for foolishness, impiety 610 towards the god. [490] PENTHEUS: How brash this Bacchant is! How well prepared in using language! DIONYSUS: What punishment am I to suffer? What harsh penalties will you inflict? PENTHEUS: First, I'll cut off this delicate hair of yours. DIONYSUS: My hair is sacred. I grow it for the god. PENTHEUS: And give me that thyrsus in your hand. DIONYSUS: This wand I carry is the god's, not mine. You'll have to seize it from me for yourself. PENTHEUS: We'll lock your body up inside, in prison. 620 DIONYSUS: The god will personally set me free, whenever I so choose. PENTHEUS: That only works if you call him while among the Bacchae. DIONYSUS: He sees my suffering now—and from near by. [500] PENTHEUS: Where is he then? My eyes don't see him. DIONYSUS: He's where I am. You can't see him, because you don't believe. PENTHEUS: [To his attendants] Seize him. He's insulting Thebes and me. DIONYSUS: I warn you—you shouldn't tie me up. I've got my wits about me. You've lost yours. 630 PENTHEUS: But I'm more powerful than you, so I'll have you put in chains. DIONYSUS: You're quite ignorant of why you live, what you do, and who you are. PENTHEUS: I am Pentheus, son of Agave and Echion. DIONYSUS: A suitable name. It suggests misfortune. PENTHEUS: [to his soldiers] Go now. Lock him up—in the adjoining stables. That way he'll see nothing but the darkness. [510] There you can dance. As for all those women, those partners in crime you brought along with you, we'll sell them off or keep them here as slaves, 640 working our looms, once we've stopped their hands beating those drum skins, making all that noise. [Exit Pentheus into the palace, leaving Dionysus with the soldiers] DIONYSUS: I'll go, then. For I won't have to suffer what won't occur. But you can be sure of this— Dionysus, whom you claim does not exist, will go after you for retribution after all your insolence. He's the one you put in chains when you treat me unjustly. [The soldiers lead Dionysus away to an area beside the palace] CHORUS: O Sacred Dirce, blessed maiden, daughter of Achelous, 650 [520] your streams once received the new-born child of Zeus, when his father snatched him from those immortal fires, then hid him in his thigh, crying out these words, "Go, Dithyrambus, enter my male womb. I'll make you known as Bacchus to all those in Thebes, 660 who'll invoke you with that name." But you, o sacred Dirce, [530] why do you resist me, my garland-bearing company, along your river banks? Why push me away? Why seek to flee from me? I tell you, you'll find joy in grape-filled vines from Dionysus. They'll make you love him. 670 What rage, what rage shows up in that earth-bound race of Pentheus, born to Echion, [540] an earth-bound mortal. He's descended from a snake, that Pentheus, a savage beast, not a normal mortal man, but some bloody monster who fights against the gods. He'll soon bind me in chains, 680 as a worshipper of Bacchus. Already he holds in his house my fellow Bacchic revelers, hidden there in some dark cell. Do you see, Dionysus, child of Zeus, your followers [550] fighting their oppression? Come down, my lord, down from Olympus, wave your golden thyrsus, 690 to cut short the profanities of this blood-thirsty man. Where on Mount Nysa, which nourishes wild beasts, where on the Corcyrean heights, where do you wave your thyrsus over your worshippers, oh Dionysus? Perhaps in those thick woods [560] of Mount Olympus, 700 where Orpheus once played his lyre, brought trees together with his songs, collecting wild beasts round him. Oh blessed Peiria, whom Dionysus loves— he'll come to set you dancing in the Bacchic celebrations. He'll cross the foaming Axius, lead his whirling Maenads on, [570] leaving behind the river Lydias 710 which enriches mortal men, and which, they say, acts as a father, nourishing with many lovely streams a land where horses flourish.