Yet drain it first, man.

You have scarce wet your lips.

Do you fear that it is poisoned, as you say yonder fruits are ?" And he pointed to a side-table, where stood a jar of glass in which were those very figs that had been sent to the princes in the prison.
"The cup you give is mine," interrupted Irene; "still, my servant is welcome to the gift.

It shall be sent to your quarters, General." "A soldier has no need of such gauds, your Majesties," I began, when Constantine, who, while we spoke, had swallowed another draught of the strong wine, broke in angrily: "May I not give a cup of gold but you must claim it, I to whom the Empire and all its wealth belong ?" Snatching up the beaker he dashed it to the floor, spilling the wine, of which I, who wished to keep my head cool, was glad.
"Have done," he went on in his drunken rage.

"Shall the Caesars huckster over a piece of worked gold like Jews in a market?
Give me those figs, man; I'll settle the matter of this poison." I brought the jar of figs, and, bowing, set them down before him.