[Faramir laughs, partly at Benedick's expression and partly because yes, the drunk dormouse is back, and seems to be reciting a poem, though it's a little too high-pitched to be comprehensible.]

A possibility I hadn't considered. I hope the food and drink is safe.

[He doesn't sound worried; there's no air of danger here, and everything tastes ordinary enough.]

But if I turn bright purple, it will serve me right for not being cautious enough.