That To Live is happy, hath found his Heaven!

[_Re-enter_ DIONYSUS, _from the Castle_]

DIONYSUS
O eye that cravest sights thou must not see,
O heart athirst for that which slakes not! Thee,
Pentheus, I call; forth and be seen, in guise
Of woman, Maenad, saint of Dionyse,
To spy upon His Chosen and thine own
Mother!
[_Enter_ PENTHEUS, _clad like a Bacchanal, and strangely excited,
a spirit of Bacchic madness overshadowing him._]
Thy shape, methinks, is like to one
Of Cadmus' royal maids!

PENTHEUS
Yea; and mine eye
Is bright! Yon sun shines twofold in the sky,
Thebes twofold and the Wall of Seven Gates....
And is it a Wild Bull this, that walks and waits
Before me? There are horns upon thy brow!
What art thou, man or beast! For surely now
The Bull is on thee!

DIONYSUS
He who erst was wrath,
Goes with us now in gentleness. He hath
Unsealed thine eyes to see what thou shouldst see.