O Gods, Is It a Man?

A number of men eats timen, and he sees em not. It grieves me to see so many dip their meat in one man's blood. I wonder men dare trust themselves with men? Methinks they should invite them without knives. Good for their meat and safer for their lives. There's much example for it. The fellow that sits next him now parts bread with him, pledges the breath of him. In a divided draught, is the readiest man to kill him. If i were a huge man, i should fear to drink at meals, lest they should spy my windpipe's dangerous. Great men should drink with harness on their throats. My lord in heart