BOOK XLV

See also the forty-fifth, where Pentheus binds the bull instead of stronghom Lyaios. When Bromios had spoken, the nymph rushed from the house possessed by joyous madness, that she might see Actaion as bridegroom seated beside the Archeress ; along with her as she hastened swift as the wind sped Agaue to the mountain, with staggering steps, unveiled, frenzied, the sting of the Cronian« whip flogging her wits, while she poured out these heedless words from her maddened lips : teach him what a bold Amazon is Agaue the daughter I will tame all Pentheus even with my bare hands, and I Mill destroy his well-armed host with no weapon in my hand ! I have a thyrsus ; ashplant I want not, no spear I shake — with viny lance I strike the spearshaking man ! I wear no corselet, but I vill tame the man who wears the best. Shaking my cymbals and my tambour which I beat on both sides I magnify the son of Zeus, I honour not Pentheus. Give me the Lydian drums — why do ye delay, ye hours of festival ?

I will come to the hills, where Mainads, where women being related in one way or another to Cronos. h€vhp€a KUifid oiTa Koi avb oim immmff of like years, join the hunt of hunting Lyaios. O Dionysos, I am jealous of Cyrene lionslayer ! Spare me Bromios, O thou rebel against heaven — spare him, O Pentheus ! I will come at speed into the hills, that I too may sing Euios and twirl a dancing foot. No longer I refuse the rites of grapegod Bacchos, no longer I hate the Bassarids' dance ; but I too stand in awe of Dionysos, offspring of the bed incorruptible, bathed by thunderbolts from Zeus on high. Swift will my shoes go, as I carry nets beside the Archeress, no longer the skeins of Athena." lon, practising the Euian leap of the winepress, calling Euoi to Bacchos and lauding Thyone — aye, and she called to Semele, wife of Zeus the highest, and loudly sang the brightness of those bridal lightnings. rocks resounded all about, a thousand new noises rolled round the land of sevengate Thebes ; the one concordant chorus of the singers filled Cithairon with heavy-echoing din ; the dewy salt sea roared ; one could see trees making merry, and hear voices from the rocks. Many a maiden ran out of her room to foot it in the dance, when the pipe of horn tootled through its drilled holes, and the double blows on the raw hide made the girls go mad, and drove them from their well-built halls to be Bacchants in the wilderness of the lofty mountains. Many a maiden driven crazy shook her hair loose and rushed with stormy shoe from her chamber, leaving loomcomb and Athena with her craft, cast away the veil unheeded from her hair, Ktti xo ov a-npTiwTov anoatcth otit Avoiom alhfofiai a€o yrjpag, afi€rpofiiut¥ 6 #rai o roir mingled with Bassarids — and lo ! Aionian turned and sacrificed there, that he might prevent the defiance of Pentheus and avert the wrath of Lyaios yet unappeased ; but his prayers were in vain, since the thread of Fate was there. The wise seer called Semele's father also, that they might share the dance of Dionysos. With heavy feet ancient Cadmos danced, crowning his snowy hair with Aonian ivy, and Teiresias his old comrade wheeled a sluggish foot, beating a Phrygian revelstep for Mygdonian Dionysos ; so he joined the eager efforts of Cadmos hastening to the dance, and supported his old arm on a pious fennel stalk. Pentheus the hothead saw old Teiresias and Cadmos there together, and looking askance at them cried out — you honour with this revel ? Tear the ivy from your hair, Cadmos, it defiles it ! And drop that fennel of Dionysos, the deluder of men's wits ! Take up the bronze of Athena Oncaia, which makes men sane.

Foolish Teiresias to wear that garland ! Throw these leaves to the winds, that false chaplet on your hair. Take up rather the Ismenian laurel of your own Phoibos, instead of a thyrsus. I respect your old age, I honour the hoary locks that witness to the years of your life, as old as theirs. But if this old age and this your hair did not save you, I had twisted galling bonds about your hands and sealed you up in a gloomy cell. '' Possibly a spear, but it may be an instrument of some sort used in her cult ; we know little or nothing of the ritual ctV POf daraS ot v6a¥ MpOf otwT rfyrijptl. a grudge against Pentheus, and you make a man into a bastard god by lying oracles — that Lydian impostor has bribed you by promising plenty of gold from the famous golden river. But you will say, Bacchos has invented the wine-fruit. — Yes, and what wine always does is to drag drunken men into lust ; what wine does is to excite an unstable man's mind to murder.

But he wears the shape and garments of Zeus his father! — Golden robes are what Lord Zeus wears, not fawnskins, when he thunders in the heights among the Blessed ; when Ares fights with men, he carries a spear of bronze, not a thyrsus of vineleaves in his hand ; Apollo is not horned with bull's horns." Was it a River that wedded Semele ? did the bride bear a horned bastard to her bullhorned husband ? But you will say, Brighteyes Pallas Athena marches to battle with men, holding the spear and shield that were born with her. . . . Then you should hold the aegis of your father Cronides." Zeus the Lord on high, whom Cronides brought forth from a pregnant thigh, whom Rheia mother of the gods nursed with her cherishing milk, who halfcomplete, with a whiff of his mother still about him, was bathed by lightnings which burnt him not ? This is the only rival to Demeter mother of harvest, with his fruit of grapes against the corn ! Nay, beware of the wrath of Bromios. About impiety, I will tell you, if you wish, my son, a SiciUan story.

or possibly his hair (one way of dressing the hair was called KoX noXu €vOa Kai €v6a hopurrffTWif im vifdr QTrpotSi f ttttffopfjTo pvfj tvdmif M rifdr us the sea — wandering mariners, murderers of the stranger, pirates of the rich, stealing from every side the flocks of sheep near the coast. Many an old sailor man from the ships which they captured here and there was rolled half dead to his fate in the waters ; many a stout shepherd fighting for his herd dyed his grey hairs in his red blood. If any merchant then sailed the seas, if any Phoinician with sea-purple stuffs from Sidonian parts for sale, the Tyrsenian pirate caught him suddenly out at sea, and set upon his vessels laden with riches ; and so many a man lost infinite cargo without a penny paid, and the Phoinician was carried to SiciUan Arethusa in chains, far from home, his fortune stolen and gone. But Dionysos disguised himself in a deceptive shape, and outwitted the with smooth chin, wearing a gold necklace upon his neck ; about his temples was a chaplet shining with selfsped gleams of a light unquenchable, broad green emeralds and the Indian stone, a scintillation of the bright sea. His body was clad in robes streaked with dye from the Tyrian shell more brilUant than the circling Dawn, when she has just been marked with lines. He stood on the brow of the shore, as if he wished to embark in their ship. They leapt ashore and captured the radiant son of Thyone in his guile ; they stript him of his possessions, and tied Dionysos 's hands fast with ropes running behind his back. Suddenly the lad grew tall with wonderful beauty, as a man with horned head rising up to Olympos, touching the canopy of aerial clouds, and " The meaning of this curious phrase is doubtful.

a€if3fTfv avTotXucrov iirinAtfaf Kunapioo ' Kal a fnv opos PaOvhth-hpov ( cuvrro mil POfios wXi with booming throat roared as loud as an army of nine thousand men." The long hawsers became trailing snakes, changed into live serpents twisting their bodies about, the stayropes hissed, up into the air a horned viper ran along the mast to the yard in trailing coils : near the sky, the mast was a tall cypress with a shade of green leaves ; ivy sprang up from the mastbox and ran into the sky wrapping its tendrils about the cypress of itself, the Bacchic stem popped out of the sea round the steering-oars all heavy with bunches of grapes ; over the laden poop poured a fountain of wine bubbling the sweet drink of Dionysos. All along the decks wild beasts were springing up over the prow : bulls were bellowing, a lion's throat let out a fearsome roar. about goaded with fear. Plants were sprouting in the sea : the rolling waves of the waters put out flowers ; the rose grew there, and reddened the rounded foaming swell upon it as if it were a garden, lilies gleamed in the surge. As they beheld these counterfeit meadows their eyes were bewitched. The place seemed to be a hill thick with trees, and a woodland pasturage, companies of countrymen and shepherds with their sheep ; they thought they saw a tuneful herdsman playing a tune on his shepherd's pipes ; they thought they heard the melody from the loud pipes' holes, and saw land while still sailing upon the boundless sea ; then deluded by their madness they leapt into the deep and danced in the quiet fjLapvdfL€vov oKontXcHin iroA a4M« omi icoAmmuc GVfjufKpTois hoitu(€aai fi€At rro liCVOoiMof fl , ifts that he is placed in Sicily, would Mctn to be water, now dolphins of the sea — for the shape of the men was changed into the shape of fish.

sourceful anger of Lyaios. But you will say — I have mighty strength, I have in my nature the blood of the terrible giants that sprang of themselves from the sown Teeth. Then avoid the divine hand of Dionysos Giantslayer, who once beside the base of Tyrsenian Peloros smashed Alpos," the son of Earth who fought against gods, battering with rocks and throwing hills. No wayfarer then climbed the height of that rock, for fear of the raging Giant and his row of mouths ; and if one in ignorance travelled on that forbidden road whipping a bold horse, the son of Earth spied him, pulled him over the rock with a tangle of many hands, entombed man and colt in his gullet ! Often some old shepherd leading his sheep to pasture along the wooded hillside at midday was gobbled up. In those days melodious Pan never sat beside herds of goats or sheepcotes playing his tune on the assembled reeds, no imitating Echo returned the sounds of his pipes ; but prattler as she was, silence sealed those hps which were wont to sound with the pipe of Pan never silent, because the Giant then oppressed all.

No cowherd then came, no band of woodmen cutting timbers for a ship troubled the Nymphs of the trees, their agemates, no clever shipwright clamped together a barge, the woodriveted car that travels the roads of the sea, until Bacchos on his travels passed by that peak, shaking his Euian thyrsus. As Lyaios passed, the huge son of Earth high as the clouds attacked him. A rock was the shield the Alps in some way ; the syllable alp- is found in other oAAd ydm; icAtVctev ciTro aKoirtXur¥ M mil a ri upon his shoulders, a hilltop was his missile ; he leapt on Bacchos, with a tall tree which he found near for a pike, some pine or planetree to cast at Dionysos. A pine was his club, and he pulled up an olive spire from the roots to whirl for a quick sword. But when he had stript the whole mountain for his long shots, and the ridge was bare of all the thick shady trees, then Bacchos thyrsus-wild sped his own shot whizzing as usual to the mark, and hit this towering Alpos full in the wide throat — right through the gullet went the sharp point of the greeny spear. Then the Giant pierced with the sharp little thyrsus rolled over half dead and fell in the neighbouring sea, filling the whole deephollo wed - abyss of the bay.

He lifted the waters and deluged Typhaon's rock," flooding the hot surface of his brother's bed and cooling his scorched body with a torrent of water. Nay, my son, be careful, that you too may not see what the sons of Tyrsenia saw, what the bold son of undaunted shoe he hurried to the high mountains with Cadmos, that he might share the dance. But Pentheus in flashing helm, shield on arm, cried to his armed warriors — the depth of the woods — bring me here in heavy chains that weakling vagabond, that flogged by the repeated lashes of Pentheus he may cease to bewitch women with his drugged potion, and bend the knee instead. Bring back also out of the hills my fond mother Agaue now gone mad, separate her from the sleepless "iJs" (f a €vov ricv onaavti audi rofO wandering dance — drag her by the hair now snoodless in her frenzy ! " foot ran to the rugged ridge of leafy woodland seeking the tracks of hillranging Dionysos. With difficulty the soldiers found the thyrsus-maddened god near a lonely rock ; they rushed upon him and wound straps about Bromios's hands, binding him fast — that is how they meant to imprison invincible Dionysos ! But he disappeared — gone in a flash, untraceable, on his wdnged shoes. The men stood silent — speechless, cowed by divine compulsion, shrinking before the wrath of Lyaios unseen, terrified. And Bacchos in the likeness of a soldier with shield in hand, seized a wild bull by the horn, making as if he were one of the servants of Pentheus, crying out upon this false horned Dionysos. He put on a look of rage and came near to mad Pentheus where he sat, and mocked at the proud boasts of the frenzied king as he your Agaue mad ! This is the man who covets the royal throne of Pentheus ! Take this horned vagabond Bacchos full of tricks — bind in galUng fetters the pretender to your throne — and beware of the bull's horns of Dionysos's head, or he may catch you and pierce you with the long point of his horn ! " theus uttered reckless words, his mind being possessed by the deUrium of Bromios : This is the enemy of my sceptre, this is he that comes coveting the royal seat of Semele and her father !

A fine thing for me to share my honour with Dionysos, KoX naXdpxu KpordXi tv An por EAor jjX XaXKoPapTis a4 piy6 oaa irohdfv icnfltro anf . the son of an illicit bed, a bull in human form, with a shape of borrowed glory upon his oxhorned face, whom Semele perhaps mothered for a bull, Uke another Pasiphae, mated with a grazing horned bull in galling shackles. Taking him for Lyaios he led him shackled near the horses' manger, thinking his captive Semele 's bold son and no bull. He tied together with ropes the hands of all the ranks of Bassarids, sealed them up in a mouldy dungeon, a vaulted cavern, a house of joyless constraint, whence none could escape, dark as the Cimmerians, far from the light of day, these followers of Bromios in the revels ; their arms were bound in a clasp of galling straps, chains of bronze were sealed on their legs. dance, then danced the Mainads. The Bacchants like a storm shook loose the wrappings of their straps imbroken and circled quickly in tripping step, ratthng a free Euian noise with rhythmic claps, while the turning of their feet broke the thick heavy fetters of bronze round their legs. A heavensent radiance filled the dark dungeon of the Bassarids, diffused over the gloomy roof; the doors of the darksome den opened of themselves ; the jailers were stupefied at the cries and the ferocious foaming teeth of the Bassarids, and their leaping feet, and fled in the forest in the lonely hills. One slew a herd of bulls gore, tearing the rough bull's hide with her fingernails. Another cut to pieces a flock of sheep with bloody twigs, not tearing their soft wool ; another killed goats, and all were dyed with bloody streams of gore from the slaughtered herd. Another snatched from the father a threeyear child, and set it upon her the boy in the winds' charge — there he sat laughing, never falling in the dust. The boy asked the Bacchant for milk, thinking it was his mother, and pawed her breast — and milky drops ran of themselves to the breasts of the unwedded maiden, she opened her hairy wrap for the hungry boy, and offered a newly flowing teat to his childish lips ; so a virgin stilled the boy with an unfamiUar drink. Many forced away newborn cubs from a shaggychested honess and nursed them. Another struck the thirsty soil with the point of a thyrsus ; the top of the hill spUt at once, and the hard rock poured out purple wine of itself, or with a tap on the rock fountains of milk ran out of themselves in white streams. Another threw a snake at an oak ; the snake coiled round the tree, and turned into moving ivy running round girdling the trunk, just as snakes run their coils round and round. A Satyr rushed along carrying a snarling beast, a dangerous tiger which sat on his back, which for all its wild nature did not touch the bearer. One old Seilenos dragged a boar by the snout and threw the tusked swine up in the air for fun.

Another with stormy leaps of his feet in a moment Kai oifxxXipolai -no aaiv ifitucxtvovro ) Wi«fal ... 115 mounted upon a camel's neck ; and one jumped on a bull and rode on his back. to all the people. The women danced wildly with staggering feet . . . with foaming hps. All Thebes was shaken, and sparks of fire shot up from the streets ; all the foundations quaked, the immovable gates of the mansions bellowed as if they had throats Uke a bull ; even the unshaken building rumbled in confusion, as if giving voice with a stone trumpet of his divine voice into the sky as far as the seven orbits of the stars, bellowing with his own throat like a mad bull. He pursued frenzied Pentheus with his witnesses, the fires, and filled the whole house with the blaze. Tongues of fire danced gleaming over the walls right and left with showers of burning sparks ; over the king's brilliant robes and the seapurple stuff about his chest ran spirals of fire which did not burn his garments. Separate streaks of fire went in hot leaps from foot to middleback, across his loins to the top of his backbone and round his neck ran the travelling flashes : often the divine light spat sparks that did not burn on the splendid bed of the earthborn king, the fire dancing about at random. Pentheus seeing this fire moving about of itself roared aloud and called his slaves to help, to bring saving water to drench the place with protective torrents and quench the burning flames. And the rounded cisterns were emiptied, bared of water, the fountain of the river sound of Amphion's lyre.

ayy€ai vrjpidfUHatv a fvofToyiivov worauoiom great as it was, dried up when those thousands of vessels were dipt in the water. Their trouble was useless, the water did no good, wet floods poured on the fire only made its flames grow hotter still ; there was a sound as of the echoing bellow of many bulls under that roof, and the palace of Pentheus resounded with internal thunders. jjdea arj boXirj dncfid ao Koi av TtKOvarff' If