Samuel Taylor Coleridge,
The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge…
“ Good! good! that lie! by heaven it has restored me. Now I am thy master!—Villain! thou shalt drink it, Or die a bitterer death. Alvar. What strange solution Hast thou found out to satisfy thy fears, And drug them to unnatural sleep? [Alvar takes the goblet, and throws it to the ground. My master! 150 [876] Ordonio. Thou mountebank! Alvar. Mountebank and villain! What then art thou? For shame, put up thy sword! What boots a weapon in a withered arm? I fix mine eye upon thee, and thou tremblest! ”
