Part 1 (1/2)

The Bacchae of Euripides.

by Euripedes.

CHARACTERS IN THE PLAY

DIONYSUS, THE G.o.d; _son of Zeus and of the Theban princess Semele_.

CADMUS, _formerly King of Thebes, father of Semele_.

PENTHEUS, _King of Thebes, grandson of Cadmus_.

AGaVe, _daughter of Cadmus, mother of Pentheus_.

TEIRESIAS, _an aged Theban prophet_.

A SOLDIER OF PENTHEUS' GUARD.

TWO MESSENGERS.

A CHORUS OF INSPIRED DAMSELS, _following Dionysus from the East._

”_The play was first produced after the death of Euripides by his son, who bore the same name, together with the 'Iphigenia in Aulis' and the 'Alcmaeon,' probably in the year_ 405 B.C.”

[Ill.u.s.tration]

THE BACCHAE

_The background represents the front of the Castle of_ PENTHEUS, _King of Thebes. At one side is visible the sacred Tomb of Semele, a little enclosure overgrown with wild vines, with a cleft in the rocky floor of it from which there issues at times steam or smoke.

The G.o.d_ DIONYSUS _is discovered alone_.

DIONYSUS.

Behold, G.o.d's Son is come unto this land Of Thebes, even I, Dionysus, whom the brand Of heaven's hot splendour lit to life, when she Who bore me, Cadmus' daughter Semele, Died here. So, changed in shape from G.o.d to man, I walk again by Dirce's streams and scan Ismenus' sh.o.r.e. There by the castle side I see her place, the Tomb of the Lightning's Bride, The wreck of smouldering chambers, and the great Faint wreaths of fire undying--as the hate Dies not, that Hera held for Semele.

Aye, Cadmus hath done well; in purity He keeps this place apart, inviolate, His daughter's sanctuary; and I have set My green and cl.u.s.tered vines to robe it round.

Far now behind me lies the golden ground Of Lydian and of Phrygian; far away The wide hot plains where Persian sunbeams play, The Bactrian war-holds, and the storm-oppressed Clime of the Mede, and Araby the Blest, And Asia all, that by the salt sea lies In proud embattled cities, motley-wise Of h.e.l.lene and Barbarian interwrought; And now I come to h.e.l.las--having taught All the world else my dances and my rite Of mysteries, to show me in men's sight Manifest G.o.d.

And first of h.e.l.lene lands I cry thus Thebes to waken; set her hands To clasp my wand, mine ivied javelin, And round her shoulders hang my wild fawn-skin.

For they have scorned me whom it least beseemed, Semele's sisters; mocked my birth, nor deemed That Dionysus sprang from Dian seed.

My mother sinned, said they; and in her need, With Cadmus plotting, cloaked her human shame With the dread name of Zeus; for that the flame From heaven consumed her, seeing she lied to G.o.d.

Thus must they vaunt; and therefore hath my rod On them first fallen, and stung them forth wild-eyed From empty chambers; the bare mountain side Is made their home, and all their hearts are flame.

Yea, I have bound upon the necks of them The harness of my rites. And with them all The seed of womankind from hut and hall Of Thebes, hath this my magic goaded out.

And there, with the old King's daughters, in a rout Confused, they make their dwelling-place between The roofless rocks and shadowy pine trees green.

Thus shall this Thebes, how sore soe'er it smart, Learn and forget not, till she crave her part In mine adoring; thus must I speak clear To save my mother's fame, and crown me here As true G.o.d, born by Semele to Zeus.

Now Cadmus yieldeth up his throne and use Of royal honour to his daughter's son Pentheus; who on my body hath begun A war with G.o.d. He thrusteth me away From due drink-offering, and, when men pray, My name entreats not. Therefore on his own Head and his people's shall my power be shown.

Then to another land, when all things here Are well, must I fare onward, making clear My G.o.dhead's might. But should this Theban town Essay with wrath and battle to drag down My maids, lo, in their path myself shall be, And maniac armies battled after me!

For this I veil my G.o.dhead with the wan Form of the things that die, and walk as Man.

O Brood of Tmolus o'er the wide world flown, O Lydian band, my chosen and mine own, Damsels uplifted o'er the orient deep To wander where I wander, and to sleep Where I sleep; up, and wake the old sweet sound, The clang that I and mystic Rhea found, The Timbrel of the Mountain! Gather all Thebes to your song round Pentheus' royal hall.