... Step this way, my daughter, as far as ever you can from him. . What is there better for me than, since they say I'm mad, to pretend that I am mad, that I may frighten them away from me? Evoë, Bacchus , ho! Bromius , in what forest dost thou invite me to the chase? I hear thee, but I cannot get away from this spot, so much does this raving mad female cur watch me on the left side. And behind there...