TEIRESIAS
Aye, Thebes is blinded. Thou and I can see.

CADMUS
'Tis weary waiting; hold my hand, friend; so.

TEIRESIAS
Lo, there is mine. So linked let us go.

CADMUS
Shall things of dust the Gods' dark ways despise?

TEIRESIAS
Or prove our wit on Heaven's high mysteries?
Not thou and I! That heritage sublime
Our sires have left us, wisdom old as time,
No word of man, how deep soe'er his thought
And won of subtlest toil, may bring to naught.
Aye, men will rail that I forgot my years,
To dance and wreath with ivy these white hairs;
What recks it? Seeing the God no line hath told
To mark what man shall dance, or young or old;
But craves his honours from mortality
All, no man marked apart; and great shall be!

CADMUS (_after looking away toward the Mountain_).
Teiresias, since this light thou canst not read,
I must be seer for thee. Here comes in speed
Pentheus, Echion's son, whom I have raised
To rule my people in my stead.--Amazed