Who dare to say so!—'Tis impossible.
What cause?
Sar.What cause? true,—fill the goblet up;
We will not think of them: there are none such,
Or if there be, they are gone.
Alt.Guests, to my pledge!
Down on your knees, and drink a measure to
The safety of the King—the monarch, say I?
The God Sardanapalus!
[Zames and the Guests kneel, and exclaim—