Part 8 (2/2)

DIONYSUS.

First we need A rich and trailing robe of fine-linen To gird thee.

PENTHEUS.

Nay; am I a woman, then, And no man more?

DIONYSUS.

Wouldst have them slay thee dead?

No man may see their mysteries.

PENTHEUS.

Well said!-- I marked thy subtle temper long ere now.

DIONYSUS.

'Tis Dionyse that prompteth me.

PENTHEUS.

And how Mean'st thou the further plan?

DIONYSUS.

First take thy way Within. I will array thee.

PENTHEUS.

What array?

The woman's? Nay, I will not.

DIONYSUS.

Doth it change So soon, all thy desire to see this strange Adoring?

PENTHEUS.

Wait! What garb wilt thou bestow About me?

DIONYSUS.

First a long tress dangling low Beneath thy shoulders.

PENTHEUS.

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