Chorus Of Mystae In Hades

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CHORUS [_shouting and singing_']

  Iacchus! Iacchus! Ho!

  Iacchus! Iacchus! Ho!

_Xanthias_--There, master, there they are, the initiated
  All sporting about as he told us we should find 'em.
  They're singing in praise of Bacchus like Diagoras.

_Bacchus_--Indeed, and so they are; but we'll keep quiet
  Till we make them out a little more distinctly.

  CHORUS _[song]_

  Mighty Bacchus! Holy Power!
  Hither at the wonted hour
  Come away,
  Come away,
  With the wanton holiday,
  Where the revel uproar leads
  To the mystic holy meads,
  Where the frolic votaries fly,
  With a tipsy shout and cry;
  Flourishing the Thyrsus high,
  Flinging forth, alert and airy,
  To the sacred old vagary,
  The tumultuous dance and song,
  Sacred from the vulgar throng;
  Mystic orgies that are known
  To the votaries alone--
  To the mystic chorus solely--
  Secret unrevealed--and holy.
_Xan_.--O glorious virgin, daughter of the Goddess!
  What a scent of roasted griskin reached my senses!

_Bac_.--Keep quiet--and watch for a chance of a piece of the haslets.

CHORUS _[song]_

  Raise the fiery torches high!
  Bacchus is approaching nigh,
  Like the planet of the morn
  Breaking with the hoary dawn
  On the dark solemnity--
  There they flash upon the sight;
  All the plain is blazing bright,
  Flushed and overflown with light:
  Age has cast his years away,
  And the cares of many a day,
  Sporting to the lively lay--
  Mighty Bacchus! march and lead
  (Torch in hand toward the mead)
  Thy devoted humble Chorus;
  Mighty Bacchus--move before us!
  Keep silence--keep peace--and let all the profane
  From our holy solemnity duly refrain;
  Whose souls, unenlightened by taste, are obscure;
  Whose poetical notions are dark and impure;
  Whose theatrical conscience
  Is sullied by nonsense;
  Who never were trained by the mighty Cratinus
  In mystical orgies, poetic and vinous;
  Who delight in buffooning and jests out of season;
  Who promote the designs of oppression and treason;
  Who foster sedition and strife and debate;
  All traitors, in short, to the Stage and the State:
  Who surrender a fort, or in private export
  To places and harbors of hostile resort
  Clandestine consignments of cables and pitch,--
  In the way that Thorycion grew to be rich
  From a scoundrelly dirty collector of tribute:
  All such we reject and severely prohibit;
  All statesmen retrenching the fees and the salaries
  Of theatrical bards, in revenge for the railleries
  And jests and lampoons of this holy solemnity,
  Profanely pursuing their personal enmity,
  For having been flouted and scoffed and scorned--
  All such are admonished and heartily warned;
  We warn them once,
  We warn them twice,
  We warn and admonish--we warn them thrice,
  To conform to the law,
  To retire and withdraw;
  While the Chorus again with the formal saw,
  (Fixt and assign'd to the festive day)
  Move to the measure and march away.

  SEMI-CHORUS

  March! march! lead forth,
  Lead forth manfully,
  March in order all;
  Bustling, hustling, justling,
  As it may befall;
  Flocking, shouting, laughing,
  Mocking, flouting, quaffing,
  One and all;
  All have had a belly-full
  Of breakfast brave and plentiful;
  Therefore
  Evermore
  With your voices and your bodies
  Serve the goddess,
  And raise
  Songs of praise;
  She shall save the country still,
  And save it against the traitor's will;
  So she says.

  SEMI-CHORUS

  Now let us raise in a different strain
  The praise of the goddess, the giver of grain;
  Imploring her favor
  With other behavior,
  In measures more sober, submissive, and graver.

  SEMI-CHORUS

  Ceres, holy patroness,
  Condescend to mark and bless,
  With benevolent regard,
  Both the Chorus and the Bard;
  Grant them for the present day
  Many things to sing and say,
  Follies intermixed with sense;
  Folly, but without offense.
  Grant them with the present play
  To bear the prize of verse away.

  SEMI-CHORUS

  Now call again, and with a different measure,
  The power of mirth and pleasure;
  The florid, active Bacchus, bright and gay,
  To journey forth and join us on the way.

  SEMI-CHORUS

  O Bacchus, attend! the customary patron of every lively lay;
  Go forth without delay
  Thy wonted annual way,
  To meet the ceremonious holy matron:
  Her grave procession gracing,
  Thine airy footsteps tracing
  With unlaborious, light, celestial motion;
  And here at thy devotion
  Behold thy faithful choir
  In pitiful attire:
  All overworn and ragged,
  This jerkin old and jagged,
  These buskins torn and burst,
  Though sufferers in the fray,
  May serve us at the worst
  To sport throughout the day;
  And then within the shades
  I spy some lovely maids
  With whom we romped and reveled,
  Dismantled and disheveled,
  With their bosoms open,--
  With whom we might be coping.
  _Xan_.--Well, I was always hearty,
  Disposed to mirth and ease:
  I'm ready to join the party.
  _Bac_.--And I will if you please.

© Aristophanes