ARISTOPHANES' FROGS
29
Dionysus.
Again.
Xanthias.
By Zeus, she's gone!
Dionysus.
Your solemn oath.
Xanthias.
By Zeus!!
Dionysus (raising himself).
Dear me, that made me feel quite pale.
Xanthias (pointing to the Priest).
And this kind gentleman turned red for sympathy.
Dionysus.
How can I have sinned to bring all this upon me?
What power above is bent on my destruction?
Xanthias.
The residence of God, or Time's long foot?
Dionysus (listening as flute-playing is heard outside).
I say!
Xanthias.
What is it?
Dionysus.
Don't you hear it?
Xanthias.
What?
Dionysus.
Flutes blowing.
