ix
TIRESIAS
You poor fool. You don't know the meaning
of your own words. Before, you were insane,
now you're raving. Come, Cadmus, we'll pray for him.
May the god have pity on the wild man and may
he not inflict reprisals on the city.
Come, we'll support one another.
Hold your thyrsus. Two old men,
we mustn't fall, we would be disgraced.
We must serve Bacchus, son of Zeus, and so we will.
Cadmus, beware that Pentheus doesn't make your house
repent. This isn't prophecy, but fact:
the fool speaks foolishness.
Exit Pentheus to the Palace. Exit Cadmus and Tiresias to Cithaeron.
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