(The judge pours the drinks into the glasses; all gather, and lift their glasses in pledge): Gentlemen, we drink to the health of the Bride. What is the phrase: “The scent of the flowers, the booty of the bee, the primal drip of spring waters, the overture of the lark, the twist of lemon peel on the cocktail of creation!” Gentlemen, the Bride!
All: The Bride!
Espiritu de la Vina (sings):