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Maximus.
Wine is the soul of the grape. The freed and yet willing captive. Logos in Pan!
The Dancing-Girls.
[Singing in the court]
Would'st thou know liberty?
Drain Bacchus' blood;—
Rock on the rhythm-sea,
Float with its flood!
Julian.
[Drinking.] Yes, Yes; there is freedom in intoxication. Canst thou interpret this rapture?
Maximus.
This intoxication is thy marriage with the soul of nature.
Julian.
Sweet riddle; tempting, alluring! What was that? Why didst thou laugh?
Maximus.
I?
Julian.
There is whispering on my left hand! The silk cushions rustle[Springing half up with a pale face.] Maximus, we are not alone!
Maximus.
[Loudly.] We are five at table!
Julian.
Symposium with the spirits!
