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Then bound the villain both his hands and feet, And while its master helpless nought did say, Ransacked the house for all of wine or meat, Or forage that within its precincts lay, And thus caroused till near the break of day, When all with wine o’ercome the troopers flung Their lengths upon the floor at dawning grey, As weary Bacchants with whose orgies rung Ismenian heights at morn reposed with lolling tongue.