And eld-worn steps, eld-worn Teiresias.--Nay;
I am not weak.
[_At the first movement of worship his manner begins to change;
a mysterious strength and exaltation enter into him._]

Surely this arm could smite
The wild earth with its thyrsus, day and night,
And faint not! Sweetly and forgetfully
The dim years fall from off me!

TEIRESIAS
As with thee,
With me 'tis likewise. Light am I and young,
And will essay the dancing and the song.

CADMUS
Quick, then, our chariots to the mountain road.

TEIRESIAS
Nay; to take steeds were to mistrust the God.

CADMUS
So be it. Mine old arms shall guide thee there.

TEIRESIAS
The God himself shall guide! Have thou no care.

CADMUS
And in all Thebes shall no man dance but we?