You see that cup there, the one that is not quite full.

That cup of wine was poured out for me, the other for my friend M.
de Perrencourt.

I pray you, drink of my cup and let the prophecy stand fulfilled." In honest truth I began to think that the King had drunk other cups before and left them not so full.

Yet he looked sober enough, and the rest were grave and mute.

What masquerade was this, to bring me under guard and threat of death to drink a cup of wine?
I would have drunk a dozen of my free will, for the asking.
"Your Majesty desires me to drink that cup of wine ?" I asked.
"If you please, sir; the cup that was poured out for me." "With all my heart," I cried, and, remembering my manners, I added, "and with most dutiful thanks to Your Majesty for this signal honour." A stir, hardly to be seen, yet certain, ran round the table.