That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold;
What hath quenched them hath given me fire. - Hark! - Peace!
It was the owl that shriekt, the fatal bellman,
Which gives the stern'st good-night. - He is about it:
The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms
Do mock their charge with snores: I have drugg'd their possets,
That death and nature do not contend about them,
Whether they live or die.

William Shakespeare,

, (Complete Works of Shakespeare.) Book Sales Inc, 1904