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The Bacchae

Madeleine Guy, Author

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lxxxi


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MESSENGER

O house, O famous house:
all Greece once thought you fortunate.
Cadmus came from Sidon, sowing the earth -
born dragon's harvests in the serpent's land.
Now I, a slave, mourn for you.


MESSENGER

The son of Echion, Pentheus, is dead.


MESSENGER

What are you saying? What do those words mean?
Does my master's anguish give you joy?


MESSENGER


Do you think no men are left in Thebes?


MESSENGER

I can pardon what you feel - still, women: 
rejoicing in misfortune isn't right.
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