PENTHEUS
Say; stand I not as Ino stands, or she
Who bore me?

DIONYSUS
When I look on thee, it seems
I see their very selves!--But stay; why streams
That lock abroad, not where I laid it, crossed
Under the coif?

PENTHEUS
I did it, as I tossed
My head in dancing, to and fro, and cried
His holy music!

DIONYSUS (_tending him_)
It shall soon be tied
Aright. 'Tis mine to tend thee. . . .Nay, but stand
With head straight.

PENTHEUS
In the hollow of thine hand
I lay me. Deck me as thou wilt.

DIONYSUS
Thy zone
Is loosened likewise; and the folded gown
Not evenly falling to the feet.

PENTHEUS