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Farewell, house, farewell, city of my forefathers. In misfortune I leave you,  a fugitive from my chamber. Kadmos
Go now, child, to the land of Aristaeus . . .
I grieve for you, father. Kadmos
And I for you, child, and I weep for your sisters. Agave
Terribly indeed has  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  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,  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;  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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