You should take the pledge.
Omar.
Oh! I’ve sworn to give up drink lots of times. [Doubtfully.] But was I sober when I swore? Tell me that.
Potter.
[Scratching his head.] Dunnow.
Omar.
[Staggering to his feet.] Would but the desert of the fountain yield one glimpse! In more prosaic language, could you get me something to drink? I’m rather star-scattered myself and the grass is wet.
[Potter goes to house and takes up third pot at random.
Third Pot.