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Share in the feast then. Chorus
What? I share in the feast, wretched woman? Agave
 The bull is young; his cheek is just growing downy under his soft-haired crest. Chorus
Yes, his hair looks like a wild beast's. Agave
Bacchus, a wise huntsman,  wisely set the Maenads against this beast. Chorus
Our lord is a hunter. Agave
Do you praise me? Chorus
I praise you. Agave
Soon the Kadmeans— Chorus
 And your son Pentheus, too— Agave
Will praise his mother who has caught this lion-like prey. Chorus
And extraordinarily caught. Chorus
Are you proud? Agave
I am delighted, for I have performed great—yes, great—and notable deeds on this hunt.
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