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SCENE I.
RUBRIUS, APRONIUS, SESTIUS fuddled.Apronius.
This is a noble feast. I would the giver
Had been prevail'd upon to drink more freely.
He still evaded, press him how we could.
Rubrius.
Curse his sobriety! it is so obstinate,
It looks as he suspected our design.
Sestius.
For his sobriety, why that's unpardonable;
In all the rest he seems an honest fellow.
Apronius.
Sestius, thy wine recoils upon thyself.
We'll try again; and, while they spunge the tables,
Take care you call for wine. Oh! here they are.
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