THE BACCHANALS.
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Chorus.
Who was it smote him first?
Agave.
Mine, mine is the guerdon.
Their revel-rout singeth me—"Happy Agavê!" their burden. 1180
Chorus.
Who then?
Agave.
Of Kadmus—
Chorus.
Of Kadmus what wilt thou tell?
Agave.
His daughter after me smote the monster fell—
After me! O fortunate hunting! Is it not well?[1]
(Ant.)
Now share in the banquet!—
Chorus.
Alas! wherein shall I share?
Agave.
This whelp is yet but a tender thing,
And over its jaws yet sprouteth fair
The down 'neath the crest of its waving hair.
- ↑ Reading εὐτυχής γ᾽ ἅδ᾽ ἄγρα, and assigning to Agavê.
