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HOLY SHIT THE BACCHAE.
Pentheus:
"I shall give your got the sacrifice / that he deserves. His victim will be his women. / I shall make a great slaughter in the woods of Cithaeon."
Chorus:
"As a running fawn....she sprints...to dance for joy in the forest / to dance where the darkness is deepest/where no man is."
Cadamus:
"We have learned. But your sentence is too harsh."
Pentheus:
"I shall give your got the sacrifice / that he deserves. His victim will be his women. / I shall make a great slaughter in the woods of Cithaeon."
Chorus:
"As a running fawn....she sprints...to dance for joy in the forest / to dance where the darkness is deepest/where no man is."
Cadamus:
"We have learned. But your sentence is too harsh."