troup came
towards them.

At their head, among other acquaintances, came Teuker, the gem-cutter,
the younger brother of Pollux. Crowned with ivy, and flourishing a
thyrsus he came dancing on, and behind him, leaping and shouting, a
train of men and women, all excited to the verge of folly, singing,
hollooing, and dancing.

Garlands of vine, ivy and asphodel fluttered from a hundred heads;
poplar, lotus, and laurel wreaths overhung their heated brows;
panther-skins, deer and goatskins hung from their bare shoulders and
waved in the wind as their bearers hurried onwards. This procession had
been first formed by some artists and rich youths returning with some
women from a banquet, with a band of music; every one who met this
festal party had joined it or had been forced to enlist with it.
Respectable citizens and their wives, laborers, maid-servants,
slaves, soldiers and sailors, officers, women flute-players, artisans,
ship-captains, the whole chorus of a theatre invited by a friend of art,
excited women who dragged with them a goat that was to be slaughtered
to Dionysus--none had been able to resist the temptation to join the
procession. It turned down the Moon-street, keeping to the middle of the
road which was planted with elms, and had on each side of it a raised
foot-way, which at this time of night no one used. How clear was the
sound of the double-pipes, how bravely the girls hit the calf-skin of
the tambourines with their soft fists, how saucily the wind tossed and
tangled the dishevelled hair of the riotous women and played with the
smoke of the torches which were wielded in the air by audacious youths,
disguised as Pan or as Satyrs, and shouting as they went.

Here a girl, holding her tambourine high in the air, rattled the little
bells on its hoop, as she flew along, as violently as though she wanted
to shake the hollow metal balls out of their frame, and send them
whistling through the air on their own account-there, side by side with
his comrades, who were excited almost to madness, a handsome lad came
skipping along in elaborately graceful leaps, but carrying over his arm,
with comic care, a long bull's-tail that he had tied on, and blowing
alternately up and down the short scale from the shortest to the longest
of the reeds composing his panpipes. Through the noisy crowd as they
rushed by, sounded, now and again, a loud roar, that might as easily
have been caused by pain as joy; but it was each time has