Cadmus: O dearest friend! how I, being in the house, was delighted, hearing
your voice, the wise voice of a wise man; and I am come prepared, having
this equipment of the God; for we needs must extol him, who is the son
sprung from my daughter, Bacchus, who has appeared as a God to men, as much
as is in our power. Whither shall I dance, whither direct the foot, and
wave the hoary head? Do you lead me, you, an old man! O Tiresias, direct
me, an old man; for you are wise. Since I shall never tire, neither night
nor day, striking the earth with the thyrsus. Gladly we forget that we are
old.
Tiresias: You have the same feelings indeed as I; for I too feel young, and will
attempt the dance.
Cadmus: Then we will go to the mountain in chariots.[12]
Tiresias: But thus the God would not have equal honor.
Cadmus: I, an old man, will lead you, an old man.[13]
Tiresias: The God will without trouble guide us thither.
[12] I should read this line interrogatively, with Elmsley.
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