The foam of Acheron find my peace at last.

AGAVE
Father! And I must wander far from thee!

CADMUS
O Child, why wilt thou reach thine arms to me,
As yearns the milk-white swan, when old swans die?

AGAVE
Where shall I turn me else? No home have I.

CADMUS
I know not; I can help thee not.

AGAVE
Farewell, O home, O ancient tower!
Lo, I am outcast from my bower,
And leave ye for a worser lot.

CADMUS
Go forth, go forth to misery,
The way Actaeon's father went!

AGAVE
Father, for thee my tears are spent.

CADMUS
Nay, Child, 'tis I must weep for thee;
For thee and for thy sisters twain!