More wine.
(_Fills_.) _1st Gent_.

I entreat you, let there be some order, some method, in our drinkings.

I love to lose my reason with my eyes open, to commit the deed of drunkenness with forethought and deliberation.

I love to feel the fumes of the liquor gathering here, like clouds.
_2nd Gent_.

And I am for plunging into madness at once.