Thou bearest in thine arms an head--what head?

AGAVE (_beginning to tremble, and not looking at what she carries_)
A lion's--so they all said in the chase.

CADMUS
Turn to it now--'tis no long toil--and gaze.

AGAVE
Ah! But what is it? What am I carrying here?

CADMUS
Look once upon it full, till all be clear!

AGAVE
I see... most deadly pain! Oh, woe is me!

CADMUS
Wears it the likeness of a lion to thee?

AGAVE
No; 'tis the head--O God!--of Pentheus, this!

CADMUS
Blood-drenched ere thou wouldst know him! Aye, 'tis his.

AGAVE
Who slew him?--How came I to hold this thing?

CADMUS