PENTHEUS (_again doubting_)
True, that were evil.--Aye; 'tis best to go
First to some place of watch.

DIONYSUS
Far wiser so,
Than seek by wrath wrath's bitter recompense.

PENTHEUS
What of the city streets? Canst lead me hence
Unseen of any?

DIONYSUS
Lonely and untried
Thy path from hence shall be, and I thy guide!

PENTHEUS
I care for nothing, so these Bacchanals
Triumph not against me! ...Forward to my halls
Within!--I will ordain what seemeth best.

DIONYSUS
So be it, O King! 'Tis mine to obey thine hest,
Whate'er it be.

PENTHEUS (_after hesitating once more and waiting_)
Well, I will go--perchance
To march and scatter them with serried lance.
Perchance to take thy plan.... I know not yet.
[_Exit_ PENTHEUS _into the Castle._]