Chorus: I fear to speak unshackled words to the king, but still they shall be
spoken; Bacchus is inferior to none of the Gods.
Pentheus: Already like fire does this insolence of the Bacchae extend thus near,
a great reproach to the Greeks. But I must not hesitate; go to the Electra
gates, bid all the shield-bearers and riders of swift-footed horses to
assemble, and all who brandish the light shield, and twang with their hand
the string of the bow, as we will make an attack upon the Bacchae; but it is
too much, if we are to suffer what we are suffering at the hands of women.
Bacchus: O Pentheus, you obey not at all hearing my words; but although
suffering ill at your hands, still I say that you ought not to take up arms
against a God, but to rest quiet; Bromius will not endure your moving the
Bacchae from their Evian mountains.
Pentheus: You shall not teach me; but be content,[43] having escaped from
prison, or else I will again bring punishment upon you.
Bacchus: I would rather sacrifice to him than, being wrath, kick against the
pricks; a mortal against a God.
[43] More literally, perhaps, "keep it and be thankful."