And though I lack the right I’ll share the draught.
Ah, now there comes the part o’ the feast I love!
(Beckons to a servant.) Come hither!
[The servant brings a goblet of wine. Kandaules pours some drops on the earth.
First the root and then the branch!
[He drinks and is about to hand the goblet to Gyges, but he is again looking towards the raised structure.
Come! Ho! Brunette or dark? That is the question,
Eh, friend?
Gyges.
Oh, Sire?