One after another, as the wine overpowers us, those burning
images of life will be extinguished in succession by the guests who
remain proof against our draughts; and the last of these, lighting this
torch at the last lamp, will consummate the banquet, and celebrate its
glorious close, by firing the funeral pile of my treasures heaped yonder
against my palace walls! If my powers fail me before yours, swear to me
that whoever among you is able to lift the cup to his lips after it has
dropped from the hands of the rest, will fire the pile! Swear it by
your lost mistresses, your lost friends, your lost treasures!--by your
own lives, devoted to the pleasures of wine and the purification of
fire!'
As, with flashing eyes and flushed countenance, Vetranio sank back on
his couch, his companions, inflamed with the wine they had already
drunk, arose cup in hand, and turned towards him. Their voices,
discordantly mingled, pronounced the oath together; then, as they
resumed their former positions, their eyes all turned towards the black
curtain in ardent expectation.
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