Your most austere of counsellors, would now

Suggest a purpler beverage.

Sar.‍Blood—doubtless.

But there's enough of that shed; as for wine,

I have learned to-night the price of the pure element:350

Thrice have I drank of it, and thrice renewed,

With greater strength than the grape ever gave me,

My charge upon the rebels. Where's the soldier

Who gave me water in his helmet?[20]

One of the Guards.‍Slain, Sire!