"'Tis well I'm moderate in my cups," says Laertes. He kisses Sagramore's cheek again, then sets to measuring out water, sugar, and honey and setting them to boil. "Let thy master guide thy hand. Once thou hast finished with the nuts--" and he checks the recipe book again "--mix them with the spices I've laid out for thee. Allspice and cardamom, cinnamon and nutmeg; did they use so many spices, in Turkey?"