"BRING ME, MY CHILD, SOME SWEET WINE Bring me, my child, some sweet wine/ a full jug, because my throat/ feels dry and my voice won't come out./ First of all, drown the tremmone/ in ten glasses of fresh water;/ now that you return, you'll earn a coin./ Get help from Porzia or Francesca,/ fill five glasses with Gragnano,/ and mix it with the watered-down water./ Bacchus can slowly lift me/ from the flames that burn my chest,/ if he stretches out his hand to wash me./ Do you hear me, damn it? I'm waiting for you here;/ bring me that little glass,/ because I'll throw it down in one breath before you./ Don't be a know-it-all, and put your mind/ to what you're doing, without whispering,/ because then we'll really want to play./ Listen, my boy, whom I hold like a son,/ now we need to honor/ Bacchus with song; and I advise you/ to drink with sense until you die."
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