The Bacchae (1040-1050)

to rejoice at troubles once they have actually taken place, women.

Tell me, speak, what kind of a death did he die, the unjust man who did unjust things?

When we left the dwellings of the Theban land and crossed the streams of Asopus,

we began to ascend the heights of Kithairon, Pentheus and I—for I was following my master—and the stranger who was our guide to the sight. First we sat in a grassy vale,

keeping our feet and voices quiet, so that we might see them without being seen. There was a little valley surounded by precipices, irrigated with streams, shaded by pine trees, where the Maenads were sitting, their hands busy with delightful labors. Some of them were crowning again