'Tis so,
By the right foot. But here methinks, they flow
In one straight line to the heel.

DIONYSUS (_while tending him)
And if thou prove
Their madness true, aye, more than true, what love
And thanks hast thou for me?

PENTHEUS (_not listening to him_)
In my right hand
Is it, or thus, that I should bear the wand
To be most like to them?

DIONYSUS
Up let it swing
In the right hand, timed with the right foot's spring....
'Tis well thy heart is changed!

PENTHEUS (_more wildly)
What strength is this!
Kithaeron's steeps and all that in them is--
How say'st thou?--Could my shoulders lift the whole?

DIONYSUS
Surely thou canst, and if thou wilt! Thy soul,
Being once so sick, now stands as it should stand.

PENTHEUS
Shall it be bars of iron? Or this bare hand