But the address of the surgeon triumphed over all obstacles; and, after sneezing and stretching himself, with one or two brief convulsions, Bonthron gave decided proofs of reanimation, by arresting the hand of the operator as it was in the act of dropping strong waters on his breast and throat, and, directing the bottle which contained them to his lips, he took, almost perforce, a considerable gulp of the contents.
"It is spiritual essence double distilled," said the astonished operator, "and would blister the throat and burn the stomach of any other man.

But this extraordinary beast is so unlike all other human creatures, that I should not wonder if it brought him to the complete possession of his faculties." Bonthron seemed to confirm this: he started with a strong convulsion, sat up, stared around, and indicated some consciousness of existence.
"Wine--wine," were the first words which he articulated.
The leech gave him a draught of medicated wine, mixed with water.

He rejected it, under the dishonourable epithet of "kennel washings," and again uttered the words, "Wine--wine." "Nay, take it to thee, i' the devil's name," said the leech, "since none but he can judge of thy constitution." A draught, long and deep enough to have discomposed the intellects of any other person, was found effectual in recalling those of Bonthron to a more perfect state; though he betrayed no recollection of where he was or what had befallen him, and in his brief and sullen manner asked why he was brought to the river side at this time of night.
"Another frolic of the wild Prince, for drenching me as he did before.
Nails and blood, but I would--" "Hold thy peace," interrupted Eviot, "and be thankful, I pray you, if you have any thankfulness in you, that thy body is not crow's meat and thy soul in a place where water is too scarce to duck thee." "I begin to bethink me," said the ruffian; and raising the flask to his mouth, which he saluted with a long and hearty kiss, he set the empty bottle on the earth, dropped his head on his bosom, and seemed to muse for the purpose of arranging his confused recollections.
"We can abide the issue of his meditations no longer," said Dwining; "he will be better after he has slept.

Up, sir! you have been riding the air these some hours; try if the water be not an easier mode of conveyance.
Your valours must lend me a hand.

I can no more lift this mass than I could raise in my arms a slaughtered bull." "Stand upright on thine own feet, Bonthron, now we have placed thee upon them," said Eviot.
"I cannot," answered the patient.