Most terribly, hath Bacchus on thy house BACCHUS. Dreadful wrongs from you I suffer'd, no due honours to my name Were paid in Thebes. AGAVE. Farewell, my Sire. CADMUS. To you I also bid farewell, my wretched Daughter, AGAVE. Conduct me to my Sisters, ye who guide My wretched steps, that I may take them with me The partners of my flight. For I will go Where the polluted mountain of Citharon Rears not its summit, ne'er will I behold That scene of horrors, nor recall to mind How erst I bore a thyrsus: let the rest Of Bacchus' followers oe'r these rites preside. CHORUS. A thousand shapes our varying Fates assume, The Gods perform what least we could expect, And oft the things for which we fondly hop'd Come not to pass: Heaven finds a clue to guide Our steps thro' the perplexing maze of life, And thus doth this important business end. THE CYCLOPS. Domus sanie dapibusque cruentis Intus opaca ingens: ipse arduus, altaque pulsat Venustissimum et ab ipsis Gratiis compositum hoc Poema. VIRGIL. PIERSONI VERISIMILIA, PERSONS OF THE DRAMA. SILENUS. CHORUS OF SATYRS. ULYSSES. POLYPHEME THE CYCLOPS. SCENE THE MOUNTAIN OF ETNA IN SICILY. THE CYCLOPS. SILENUS. O BACCHUS, for thy sake have I endur'd Unnumber'd toils, both at the present hour, And when these nerves by vigorous youth were strung: Thou didst forsake the mountain Nymphs whose care I slew him with my lance. Is this a dream? E'en those. For since 'gainst thee Saturnia rous'd, Of impious pirates, I soon caught th❜ alarm, The rudder, and each Satyr plied an oar Till ocean's azure surface with white foam Was cover'd; thee, O mighty King, they sought. An Eastern blast arose, and to this rock Of Ætna, drove us, where the Sons of Neptune, Were we made captives, and beneath his roof |