But heed me not, Media;--I am mad.

Oh, ye gods! am I forever a captive ?--Ay, free king of Odo, when you list, condescend to visit the poor slave in Willamilla.

I account them but charity, your visits; would fain allure ye by sumptuous fare.

Go, leave me; go, and be rovers again throughout blooming Mardi.

For, me, I am here for aye .-- Bring me wine, slaves! quick! that I may pledge my guests fitly.