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;