Agave
Farewell, house, farewell, city of my forefathers. In misfortune I leave you,
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a fugitive from my chamber.
Kadmos
Go now, child, to the land of Aristaeus . . .
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Agave
I grieve for you, father.
Kadmos
And I for you, child, and I weep for your sisters.
Agave
Terribly indeed has
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lord Dionysus brought this misery to your home.
Dionysus
Yes, for I suffered terrible things at your hands, with my name not honored in Thebes.
Agave
Farewell, my father.
Kadmos
Farewell, unhappy
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daughter; and yet you cannot easily fare well.
Agave
Lead me, escorts, where I may take my pitiful sisters as companions to my exile. May I go where accursed Kithairon may not see me,
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nor I see Kithairon with my eyes, nor where a memorial of a thyrsos has been dedicated; let these concern other Bacchae.
Chorus
Many are the forms of divine things, and the gods bring to pass many things unexpectedly;
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what is expected has not been accomplished, but the god has found out a means for doing things unthought of. So too has this event turned out.
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Euripides. The Tragedies of Euripides, translated by T. A. Buckley. Bacchae. London. Henry G. Bohn. 1850.
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