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Enter Caffio, Montano, and Gentlemen. Caf. 'Fore heav'n, they have given me roose already.
12 INN Mont. Good faith, a little one. Not past a pint, as I am a soldier.
bilo ob 11 Iago. Some wine, ho!
And let me the canakin clink, clink, clink,
A soldier's a man; oh, man's life's but a spanyos
Why, then let a foldier drink. Some wine, boys.
1910 Caf. 'Fore heav'n, an excellent song.
Iago. I learn'd it in England: where, indeed, they. are most potent in potting Your Dane, your German and your swag-belly'd Hollander, ----Drink, ho!. are nothing to your English.
Cas. Is your Englishman fo exquisite in his drinking?
Iago. Why, he drinks you with facility your Dane dead drunk; he swears not to overthrow your Almain; he gives your Hollander a vomit, ere the next pottle can be filla.
Caf. To the health of our General.
copies concur in this reading, wicked Deem is this? but, I think, it does not come
THEOBÁLD. up to the poet's intention ; I ra This reading is followed by ther imagine that he wrote, the fucceeding editions, I raIf consequence do but approve my ther read, Deem,
If conséquence do but oppro-ze i. e. my opinion, the judgment I have formd of what must hap. But why should dream be rejectpen. So, in Troilus and Cref: ed ? Every scheme subsisting only fida;
in the imagination may be termCres. I true? bow now? whated a dream.
Mon. I am for it, lieutenant, and I'll do you justice,
King Stephen was an a worthy peer,
His breeches cost bim but a crown ; is He held them fix-pence all too, dear, i
With that be call'd the tailor s lown.
He was a wight of high renown,
Then take thiñe auld cloak about thee.
Caf. Why, this is a more exquisite song than the other.
Iago. Will you hear't again?
Cefi No, for I hold him to be unworthy of his place, that does those things. Well - Heaven's above all; and there be fouls that must be saved, and there be fouls must not be saved.
dago. It's true, good lieutenant, aus CafriFor mine own part, no offence to the General, nor any man of quality ; I hope to be saved. y lago. And so I do too, lieutenant.
Caf. Ay, but, by your leave, not before me. The Lieutenant is to be saved before the Ancient. Let's have no more of this. Let's to our affairs. Forgive . our fins. Gentlemen, let's look to our business. Do not think, gentlemen, I am drunk. This is my Ancient. This is my right hand, and this is my left. I am not drunk now; I can stand well enough, and I speak well enough. 14 King Stephen, &r.] These tituled, Relic of Ancient Poetry,
, c Atanzas are taken from an old confifiing of old hercic Balluds, fong, which the reader will find Songs, &c. 3
vols. izmo. recovered and preserved in a s-loun] Sorry fellow, palkurious work lately printed, in- try wretch.
Gent. Excellent well.
Caf. Why, very well then ; you must not think then that I am drunk.
Mont. But is he often thus?
Mont. It were well,
Mont. And ’tis great pity, that the noble Moor
Iago. Not I, for this fair island.
[Within, help! help!
Re-enter Callio, pursuing Rodorigo.
Cás. A knave teach me my duty! I'll beat the knave into a twiggen bottle.
Rod. Beat me-
[Staying him. I pray you, Sir, hold
hand. Caf. Let me go, Sir, or I'll knock you o'er the
mazzard. Mont. Come, come, you're drunk, Caf. Drunk ?
[They fight. Iago. Away, I say, go out and cry a mutiny.
[Exit Rodorigo. Nay, good Lieutenant-Alas, Gentlemen--Help, ho!-Lieutenant-Sir -- MontanoHelp, masters! here's a goodly watch, indeed Who's that, who rings the bell
-diablo, ho !
[Bell rings. The town will rise. Fy, fy, Lientenant ! hold. You will be sham'd for ever.
7-ingraft infirmity :] An infirmity rooted, fertled in his constitution.
Enter Othelloj and Attendants.''}17!!
02 LA BUON AT Oth. What is the matter here? flamu tom Mont. I bleed ftill: I am hurt to the death. isdT Oth. Hold, for your lives,
!! 1041: brA Iago. Hold, ho! lieutenant-Sirat Montano sto Gentlemen
11:01 Have you forgot 8 all sense of place and duty : 100Y The General speaks to you. Hold, hold, for shamers Oth. Why, how now, ho? From whence arifeth this?
1 SJiva Are we turn’d Turks ? and to ourselves do that, ut Which heaven hath forbid the Ottomites ? 1D: For christian shame, put by this barbarous brawl; He, that stirs next to carve for his own rage, sono Holds his foul light: he dies upon his motion. :1/ Silence that dreadful bell; , it frights the ille From her propriety. What is the matter? Honest logo, that looks dead with grieving, Speak, who began this ? on thy love, I charge thee Tago. I do not know. Friends all, buc
Friends all, but now, evelli now ; In quarter, and in terms like bride and groom T Divesting them for bed; and then, but now As if some planet had unwitted men, Swords out, and tilting one at other’s breasts In opposition bloody. I can't speak Any beginning to this peevith odds, And, 'would, in action glorious I had lost Those legs that brought me to a part of it!"
8. So Hanner. The rell, her regular and proper fall, wall place of sense and dury. 1 In quarter. --] in their 9-it frights the ille
quarters; at their ludging. From her propriety.---] From