lxxxi
Enter Messenger
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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