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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 a.man; 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 ;
With that be call'd the tailor lown.
And thou art but of lor degree :
Then take thine auld cloak about thee.
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.
SCENE XI. Manent lago and Montano.
Mont. But is he often thus ?
laga. 'Tis evermore the prologue to his fleep.
Mont. It were well
Mont. And ’tis great pity that the noble Moor
lago. Not I; for this fair ifland;
[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
Mont. Nay, good Lieutenant; [Staying him I pray you, Sir, hola
[They fight. lago. Away, I say; go out, and cry a mutiny.
Oth. What is the matter here?
Oth. Why, how now, ho: from whence ariseth this?
Iago. I do not know; friends all, but now, even now
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;
Oth. Now, by Heav'n,
rebuke. Give me to know
Mont. If partially allin'd, or leagu'd in office,
lago. Touch me not so near :