THIRD GUEST: No, stay! _70 I do believe it is some jest; though faith! 'Tis mocking us somewhat too solemnly. I think his son has married the Infanta, Or found a mine of gold in El Dorado. 'Tis but to season some such news; stay, stay! _75 I see 'tis only raillery by his smile. CENCI [FILLING A BOWL OF WINE, AND LIFTING IT UP]: Oh, thou bright wine whose purple splendour leaps And bubbles gaily in this golden bowl Under the lamplight, as my spirits do, To hear the death of my accursed sons! _80 Could I believe thou wert their mingled blood, Then would I taste thee like a sacrament, And pledge with thee the mighty Devil in Hell, Who, if a father's curses, as men say, Climb with swift wings after their children's souls, _85 And drag them from the very throne of Heaven, Now triumphs in my triumph!--But thou art Superfluous; I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine to-night. Here, Andrea! Bear the bowl around. A GUEST [RISING]: Thou wretch! _90 Will none among this noble company Check the abandoned villain? CAMILLO: For God's sake, Let me dismiss the guests! You are insane, Some ill will come of this. SECOND GUEST: Seize, silence him! FIRST GUEST: I will! THIRD GUEST: And I! CENCI [ADDRESSING THOSE WHO RISE WITH A THREATENING GESTURE]: Who moves? Who speaks? [TURNING TO THE COMPANY.] 'tis nothing, _95 Enjoy yourselves.--Beware! For my revenge Is as the sealed commission of a king That kills, and none dare name the murderer. [THE BANQUET IS BROKEN UP; SEVERAL OF THE GUESTS ARE DEPARTING.]