Before her.
(Claps her hands. Two more slaves come out of the tent with silver pitchers and pour wine into goblets.)
I am glad of unexpected guests.
The goblets are full of the fiery juice of the vine;
They are frothing to the rim.
(She bows and strikes the face of Dodon who recoils in distrust.)
Your Health!
King Dodon.
Thou shalt drink first,—
We after.