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You who are eager to see what you ought not and hasty in pursuit of what ought not to be pursued—I mean you, Pentheus, come forth before the house, be seen by me,  wearing the clothing of a woman, of an inspired maenad, a spy upon your mother and her company. Pentheus emerges.
In appearance you are like one of Kadmos' daughters. Pentheus
Oh look! I think I see two suns, and twin Thebes, the seven-gated city.  And you seem to lead me, being like a bull and horns seem to grow on your head. But were you ever before a beast? For you have certainly now become a bull. Dionysus
The god accompanies us, now at truce with us, though formerly not propitious. Now you see what you should see. Pentheus
 How do I look? Don't I have the posture of Ino, or of my mother Agave? Dionysus
Looking at you I think I see them. But this lock of your hair has come out of place, not the way I arranged it under your headband. Pentheus
 I displaced it indoors, shaking my head forwards and backwards and practising my Bacchic revelry. Dionysus
But I who ought to wait on you will re-arrange it. Hold up your head. Pentheus
Here, you arrange it; for I depend on you, indeed. Dionysus
 Your girdle has come loose, and the pleats of your gown do not extend regularly down around your ankles. Pentheus
At least on my right leg, I believe they don't. But on this side the robe sits well around the back of my leg. Dionysus
You will surely consider me the best of your friends,  when contrary to your expectation you see the Bacchae acting modestly. Pentheus
But shall I be more like a maenad holding the thyrsos in my right hand, or in my left? Dionysus
You must hold it in your right hand and raise your right foot in unison with it. I praise you for having changed your mind.
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