To dance these hills for ever!

DIONYSUS
Verily,
That is my compact, plighted with my Lord!

PENTHEUS (_turning from him_)
Ho, armourers! Bring forth my shield and sword!--
And thou, be silent!

DIONYSUS (_after regarding him fixedly, speaks with resignation_)
Ah!--Have then thy will!
[_He fixes his eyes upon_ PENTHEUS _again, while the armourers bring out
his armour; then speaks in a tone of command._]
Man, thou wouldst fain behold them on the hill
Praying!

PENTHEUS (_who during 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 Thebes!

DIONYSUS
So much? Thou art quick to fall
To such great longing.

PENTHEUS (_somewhat bewildered at what he has said_)
Aye; 'twould grieve me much
To see them flown with wine.