The Bacchae (/ ˈ b æ k iː /; Ancient Greek: Βάκχαι, Bakkhai; also known as The Bacchantes / ˈ b æ k ə n t s, b ə ˈ k æ n t s,-ˈ k ɑː n t s /) is an ancient Greek tragedy, written by the Athenian playwright Euripides during his final years in Macedonia, at the court of Archelaus I of Macedon.

But like those plays, The Bacchae is finally a mysterious, al most a haunted, work, stalked by divinity and that daemonic power of necessity which for Euripides is the careless source of man's tragic destiny and moral dignity.

Dionysus, the god of wine, prophecy, religious ecstasy, and fertility, returns to his birthplace in Thebes in order to clear his mother's name and to punish the insolent city state for refusing to allow people to worship him.

Everyone who surrenders to this god must risk abandoning his everyday identity and becoming mad: uniquely, both god and follower can be called Bacchus (!)

The Bacchae is an ancient Greek tragedy written by Euripedes. In it, the young king of Thebes, Pentheus, refuses to acknowledge or worship the new god Dionysus.

The Bacchae is a Greek tragedy written by Euripides that was first produced posthumously around 405 BCE. It tells the story of King Pentheus of Thebes, who opposes the worship of the god Dionysus and the frenzied rites of his female followers, the Maenads.

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Aug 27, 2018 · Euripides’ Bacchae, translated by Aaron Poochigian (Dionysus enters.) Dionysus: Here I am, Dionysus, Zeus’s son, the god whom Semele, the daughter of Cadmus, birthed, with a bolt of lightning for a midwife. I am back home in the land of Thebes. My sacred form exchanged for this mere mortal disguise, I have arrived here where the Springs

Chorus Blessed is he who, being fortunate and knowing the rites of the gods, keeps his life pure and [75] has his soul initiated into the Bacchic revels, dancing in inspired frenzy over the mountains with holy purifications, and who, revering the mysteries of great mother Kybele, [80] brandishing the thyrsos, garlanded with ivy, serves Dionysus.

And his soul is near to God; Whose sins are lifted, pall-wise, As he worships on the Mountain, And where Cybele ordaineth, Our Mother, he has trod: His head with ivy laden And his thyrsus tossing high, For our God he lifts his cry; "Up, O Bacchae, wife and maiden, Come, O ye Bacchae, come; Oh, bring the Joy-bestower, God-seed of God the Sower,