He leapt up from the table and faced full upon his guests, and cried, "Now you know what it is; and now you know why you are bidden to this supper! You are here to rejoice with me over my enemies! Drink! drink! Confusion to all of them!" And he lifted a winecup and drank himself.
They were abashed before him, and tried to edge out of the patio into the street; but he put his back to the passage, and faced them again.
"You will not drink ?" he said.

"Then listen to me." He dashed the winecup out of his hand, and it broke into fragments on the floor.

His laughter was gone, his face was aflame, and his voice rose to a shrill cry.

"You foretold the doom of God upon me, you brought me low, you made me ashamed: but behold how the Lord has lifted me up! You set your women to prophesy that God would not suffer me to raise up children to be a reproach and a curse among my people; but God has this day given me a son like the best of you.

More than that--more than that--my son shall yet see--" The slave woman was touching his arm.