choose a glass, you drink it and I award you with a hundred dollars. If you wish to try again, you receive two hundred,next award is four hundred, and so on.. If you lose, the forfeit is your life and your . . . soul.
Here’s to glory.
Eight hundred this time.
I don’t remember informing you that death was to be instantaneous following your choice of the wrong glass.””I … I don’t get it . .“But of course you got it,” the demon said smoothly. “The poison was odorless and tasteless and you got it on your eighth try. Since then your life and soul have been mine to collect at will.
Maybe you’re right. I might be needing this, and they are good Martinis.
Hail, King of Scotland!
But be the serpent under't. He that's coming Must be provided for, and you shall put This night's great business into my dispatch, Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
We will speak further.
I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. Did not you speak?
I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise?
We will perform in measure, time and place: So, thanks to all at once and to each one,Whom we invite to see us crown'd at Scone.