He reached out to her cheek, miserable Agavê’s, and said, “I am yours, Mother, your child Pentheus. You gave me birth in the house of Echion. [1120] Pity me, Mother. I have made mistakes. But do not kill your own son because of them.” She was foaming at the mouth, face twisted, eyes rolling, not thinking as she ought to think. She was possessed by Bacchus and did not believe him.
