PENTHEUS
He may, if e'er again amid his bands
Of saints he hears thy voice!

DIONYSUS
Even now he stands
Close here, and sees all that I suffer.

PENTHEUS
What?
Where is he? For mine eyes discern him not.

DIONYSUS
Where I am! 'Tis thine own impurity
That veils him from thee.

PENTHEUS
The dog jeers at me!
At me and Thebes! Bind him!
[_The soldiers begin to bind him_.]

DIONYSUS
I charge ye, bind
Me not! I having vision and ye blind!

PENTHEUS
And I, with better right, say bind the more!
[_The soldiers obey_.]