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Caf. I have drunk but one cup to-night, and that was erafeily qualified too ; and behold what innovation it makes here. I am unfortunate in the infirmity, and dare not talk my weakness with any more.

lage. What, man? 'tis a night of revels, the gallants defire it.

Caf. Where are they? lago. Here at the door; I pray you, call them in. Caf. l'll do't, but it dislikes me. [Exit Caffio. lago. If I can fasten but one cup upon

him, With that which he hath drunk to-night already, " He'll be as full of quarrel and offence, “ As my young mistress dog. Now, my fick fool, Rodorigo, “Whom love hath turn’d almost the wrong side out, To Desdemona hath to-night carous’d Potations pottle-deep; and he's to watch. Three lads of Cyprus, noble swelling fpirits, That hold their honours in a wary distance, The very elements of this warlike ifle), Have I to-night fluster'd with flowing cups, And they watch too. Now, 'mongst this flock of drunAm I to put our Cassio in some action, [kards, That may offend the ifle. But here they come. If consequence do but approve my deem, My boat fails freely, both with wind and stream.

SCENE X. Enter Caffio, Montano, and Gentlemen.

Caf. 'Fore heav'n, they have given me a roufe already.

Mont. Good faith, a little one: not past a pint, as I am a soldier. lago. Some wine, ho !

[Iago sings. And let me the canakin clink, clink, And let me the canakin clink.

A soldier's; oh, man's life's but a span;

Why, then let a soldier drink. Some wine, boys.

Caf. 'Fore heav'n, an excellent fong.

lago. I learn'd it in England: where indeed they are moft potent in potting. Your Dane, your German, and your swag-belly'd Hollander, Drink, ho!-- are nothing to your English.


Caf. Is your Englishman so exquisite in his drinking?

lago. Why, he drinks you with facility your Dane dead drunk. He sweats not to overthrow your Almain. He gives your Hollander a vomit ere the next pottle can be fillid.

Caf. To the health of our General. Mon. I am for it, Lieutenant, and I'll do you justice. lago. Oh sweet England.

King Stephen was an a worthy peer,

H is breeches cost him but a crown ;
He held them fixpence all too dear,

With that be call'd the tailor lown.
He was a wight of high renown,

And thou art but of lor degree :
'Tis pride that pulls the country doron,

Then take thine auld cloak about thee.
Some wine, ho !

Caf. Whiy, this is a more exquisite song than the other. lago. Will you hear't again? Caf. “ 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.

lage. 'Tis true, good Lieutenant.

Caf: For mine own part (no offence to the Gene" ral, nor any man of quality) I hope to be saved.

Iago. And so do I 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

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 “ speak well enough.

Gent. Excellent well.

Cal. Why, very well then : you must not think " then that I am drunk.

[Exit. SCENE

our sins

SCENE XI. Manent lago and Montano.
Mont. To the platform, masters; come, let's set the

lago. You see this fellow that is gone before;
He is a soldier fit to stand by Cæsar,
And give direction. And do but see his vice;
'Tis to his virtues a just equinox,
The one as long's the other. 'lis pity of him;
I fear the trust Othello puts him in,
On some odd time of his infirmity,
Will shake this island.

Mont. But is he often thus ?

laga. 'Tis evermore the prologue to his fleep.
He'll watch the horologue a double fet,
If drink rock not his cradle.

Mont. It were well
The General were put in mind of it:
Perhaps he sees it not; or his good nature
Prizes the virtue that appears in Cailio,
And looks not on his eyils. Is not this true ?

Enter Rodorigo.
Iago. How now, Rodorigo ?
I pray you, after the Lieutenant go. [Exit Rod.

Mont. And ’tis great pity that the noble Moor
Should hazard such a place as his own second,
With one of an ingraft infirmity ;
It were an honest action to say so
Unto the Moor.

lago. Not I; for this fair ifland;
I do love Caffio well, and would do much
To cure him of this evil. Hark, what noise ?

[Hithin, Help! help! Re-enter Callio, pursuing Rodorigo. Caf. You rogue! you rascal ! Mont. What's the matter, Lieutenant ?

Caf. A knave teach me my duty! I'll beat the knave into a twiggen bottle.

Rod. Beat me
Caf. Dost thou prate, rogue ?


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Mont. Nay, good Lieutenant; [Staying him I pray you, Sir, hola

your hand,
Cas. Let me go, sir, or I'll knock you o'er the maze

Mont. Come, come, you're drunk.
Caf. Drunk?

[They fight. lago. Away, I say; go out, and cry a mutiny.

[Exit Rodorigo,
Nay, good Lieutenant- -Alas, Gentleman
Help, ho!Lieutenant- Sir Montano
Help, masters ! here's a goodly watch indeed
Who's that who rings the bell diablo, ho !

[Bell rings.
The town will rise. Fie, fie, Lieutenant! hold :
You will be sham'd for ever.
Ş CE NE Y.II. Enter Othello, and Attendants.

Oth. What is the matter here?
Mont. I bleed still, I am hurt, but not to th’ death.
Oth. Hold, for your lives.
lago. Hold, ho! Lieutenant-Sir-Montano-

Have you forgot all sense of place and duty ?
The General speaks to you--hold, hold, for shame-

Oth. Why, how now, ho: from whence ariseth this?
Are we turn'd Turks and to ourselves do that,
Which Heaven hath forbid the Ottomites?
For Christian Thame, put by this barbarous brawl;
He that stirs next to carve for his own rage,
Helds his soul light: he dies upon his motion.
Silence that dreadful bell ; it frights the isle
From her propriety. What is the matter?
Honest lago, that looks dead with grieving,
Speak, who began this ? on thy love, I charge thee.

Iago. I do not know; friends all, but now, even now
In quarter, and in terms like bride and groom
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 peevish odds,
And 'would, in action glorious I had lost


Those legs that brought me to a part of it!

Oth. How comes it, Michael, you are thus forgot? Cal I pray you, pardon me, I cannot speak.

Oih. Worthy Montano, you were wont to be civil : The gravity and stillness of your youth: The world'bath noted; and your name is great In mouths of wiseit censure. What's the matter, That you unlace your reputation thus, , And spend your rich opinion for the name Of a night-brawler? give me answer to it.

Mlont. Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger;
Your officer, lago, can inform you,
While I spare speech, which something now offends me,
Of all that I do know ; nor know I aught
By me that's faid or done amiss this night,
Unless * be sometimes a vice,
And to defend ourselves it be a sin,
When violence assails us.

Oth. Now, by Heav'n,
My blood begins my safer guides to rule ;
And paflion, having my best judgment choler'd,
Assays to lead the way. If I once itir,
Or do but lift this arm, the best of you
Shall sink in


rebuke. Give me to know
How this foul rout began ; who set it on;
And he that is approv'd in this offence,
Tho' he had twinn'd with me, both at a birth,
Shall lose me · What, in a town of war,
Yet wild, the people's hearts brim-full of fear,
To manage private and domestic quarrel?
In night, and on the court and guard of safety?
'Tis monstrous. Say, Iago, who began't

Mont. If partially allin'd, or leagu'd in office,
Thou dost deliver more or less than truth,
Thou art no soldier.

lago. Touch me not so near :
I'd rather have this tongue cut from my mouth,
Than it should do offence to Michael Caffio :
Yet I persuade myself, to speak the truth
Shall nothing wrong hiin. Thus ’tis, General :
Montano and myself being in speech,
* folf charity, for charity inherent in tre person's ratare,


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