Grape

Timon of Athens, [4.3.433-440]. Timon. “Rascal thieves,/ Here’s gold. Go, suck the subtle blood o’ th’ grape,/ Till the high fever seethe your blood to froth,/ And so scape hanging. Trust no the physician;/ His antidotes are poison, and he slays/ Moe than you rob. Take wealth and lives together./ Do, villains, do, since you protest to do ‘t/ Like workmen.”