[Exeunt severally.]
II.
SCENE—A Hall in the house of ALCIBIADES.
ALCIBIADES, SPEUSIPPUS, CALLICLES, HIPPOMACHUS, CHARICLEA, and others, seated round a table feasting.
ALCIBIADES. Bring larger cups. This shall be our gayest revel. It is probably the last—for some of us at least.
SPEUSIPPUS. At all events, it will be long before you taste such wine again, Alcibiades.
CALLICLES. Nay, there is excellent wine in Sicily. When I was there with Eurymedon's squadron, I had many a long carouse. You never saw finer grapes than those of Aetna.
HIPPOMACHUS. The Greeks do not understand the art of making wine. Your Persian is the man. So rich, so fragrant, so sparkling! I will tell you what the Satrap of Caria said to me about that when I supped with him.
ALCIBIADES. Nay, sweet Hippomachus; not a word to-night about satraps, or the great king, or the walls of Babylon, or the Pyramids, or the mummies. Chariclea, why do you look so sad?
CHARICLEA. Can I be cheerful when you are going to leave me, Alcibiades?