Will drain one draught in memory of many

A joyous banquet past.

Sardanapalus takes the cup, and after drinking and tinkling the reversed cup, as a drop falls, exclaims

And this libation

Is for the excellent Beleses.

Myr.‍Why

Dwells thy mind rather upon that man's name

Than on his mate's in villany?

Sar.‍The other

Is a mere soldier, a mere tool, a kind460