Who might have loved--our Bromios, our own!

AGAVE
How crabbed and how scowling in the eyes
Is man's old age!--Would that my son likewise
Were happy of his hunting, in my way
When with his warrior bands he will essay
The wild beast!--Nay, his valiance is to fight
With God's will! Father, thou shouldst set him right.
Will no one bring him thither, that mine eyes
May look on his, and show him this my prize!

CADMUS
Alas, if ever ye can know again
The truth of what ye did, what pain of pain
That truth shall bring! Or were it best to wait
Darkened for evermore, and deem your state
Not misery, though ye know no happiness?

AGAVE
What seest thou here to chide, or not to bless?

CADMUS (_after hesitation, resolving himself_)
Raise me thine eyes to yon blue dome of air!

AGAVE
'Tis done. What dost thou bid me seek for there?

CADMUS
Is it the same, or changed in thy sight?