And shoulder to the crags, to wrench them down?

DIONYSUS
Wouldst wreck the Nymphs' wild temples, and the brown
Rocks, where Pan pipes at noonday?

PENTHEUS
Nay; not I!
Force is not well with women. I will lie
Hid in the pine-brake.

DIONYSUS
Even as fits a spy
On holy and fearful things, so shalt thou lie!

PENTHEUS (_with a laugh_)
They lie there now, methinks--the wild birds, caught
By love among the leaves, and fluttering not!

DIONYSUS
It may be. That is what thou goest to see,
Aye, and to trap them--so they trap not thee!

PENTHEUS
Forth through the Thebans' town! I am their king,
Aye, their one Man, seeing I dare this thing!

DIONYSUS
Yea, thou shalt bear their burden, thou alone;
Therefore thy trial awaiteth thee!--But on;