And Pentheus, O Mother,
Thy child?

AGAVE
He shall cry on
My name as none other,
Bless the spoils of the Lion!

LEADER
Aye, strange is thy treasure!

AGAVE
And strange was the taking!

LEADER
Thou art glad?

AGAVE
Beyond measure;
Yea, glad in the breaking
Of dawn upon all this land,
By the prize, the prize of my hand!

LEADER
Show them to all the land, unhappy one,
The trophy of this deed that thou hast done!

AGAVE
Ho, all ye men that round the citadel
And shining towers of ancient Thebe dwell,