Agave: "I seem to be becoming…somehow…aware. Something in my mind is changing. […] No…no…It's Pentheus' head I hold… most wretched woman!" (284)
As Agave finally comes out of her Bacchus-induced trance, she realizes the horrible thing she's done. She would've been a lot happier if she'd been allowed to stay filled with the mad ecstasy of Bacchus forever. What do you think this might be saying of the nature of madness?