Seo.Nay, I abjure them.
Luc. (coming to him). Patriot, I take thy hand!
Sce.And I.
Qu.And I.
Luc. Ye too abjure the bloody tyrant’s guilt?
Would ye see Rome free, let us make an oath
By black Styx, and invoke the gods of crime!
Pet. Hey-day! here’s tinsel!—Let me refill your cup,
Piso; the gold mellows this ruby juice,
As music comforts poetry, and the eye