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Slaves, bring more wine—bright scarlet wine of Syracuse and Cyprian wine which gleams like yellow gold This gross food sickens me. Take it away! Bring wine, and the large goblets.

Who are these women? They have come to dance? I wonder But no—send them away. When women dance, I dream of terrible things Ah! at last, laggard! Pour quickly!

Now I forget, O crimson flood! I have bought thee like a courtesan, but thine impassioned touch upon my lips  is cold. I will be faithful to thee until death. For I am very faithful—true, O Dionysos! Come, friend, drink also: and when thou art weary, sleep; and pray for what thou wishest  in thy dreams.