The Wine-Bibber

Set me free to drink, to drink at a draught — by the gods! I will, I will be mad drunk!
Alkmaion was mad and white-foot Orestes, who slew his mother; but I kill no one, drinking red wine — I will, I will be mad drunk!
Heracles was made once, distracted by the terrible quiver and the Iphiteian bow; Ajax also was mad, shaking the sword and shield of Hector.
But I have a wine-cup and this garland for my long hair, no dagger or bow — I will, I will be mad drunk!
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