Towards the end of his life he migrated to Macedonia, where he wrote not the least splendid of his plays, the Bacchae.
The Agamemnon, the Oedipus, the Bacchae are not to be explained wholly by them.
We have in the Bacchae—it seems to me impossible to deny it—a heartfelt glorification of "Dionysus."
The story ends with the representation of the “Bacchae,” in Parthia.
In the Bacchae almost every reader feels that there is something more than a story.
The head of Pentheus is carried by one of the Bacchae in that drama.
Again, such a play would involve a bewildering shift of sympathy, just as the Bacchae does.
There never was a great play so steeped in tradition as the Bacchae.
The beautiful side of this feeling is vividly conspicuous in The Bacchae.
We should probably have a result something like the Bacchae.