And that—?
GUDMUND. [Lowering his voice.]
Holds a secret draught.
A drop of this in your enemy's cup
And his life will sicken and wither up.
No leechcraft helps 'gainst the deadly thing.
MARGIT.
And that—?
GUDMUND.
That draught was meant for the King.
MARGIT.
Great God!
GUDMUND. [Putting up the phial again.]