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CAS. Welcome, Iago; we must to the watch.
CAS. She's a most exquisite lady.
IAGO. And, I'll warrant her, full of game.
CAS. Indeed, she's a most fresh and delicate creature.
IAGO. What an eye she has! methinks it sounds a parley
CAS. An inviting eye; and yet methinks right modest. IAGO. And when she speaks, is it not an alarum to love?
CAS. She is, indeed, perfection.
IAGO. Well, happiness to their sheets! Come, Lieutenant, I have a stoup of wine; and here without are a brace of Cyprus gallants that would fain have a measure to the health of black Othello.
CAS. Not to-night, good Iago: I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking. I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment.
IAGO. O, they are our friends; but one cup: I'll drink
CAS. I have drunk but one cup to-night, and that was craftily qualified1 too, and, behold, what innovation it makes here: I am unfortunate in the infirmity, and dare not task my weakness with any more.
IAGO. What, Man! 'tis a night of revels: the gallants desire it.
CAS. Where are they?
IAGO. Here at the door; I pray you, call them in.
CAS. I'll do 't; but it dislikes me.
IAGO. If I can fasten but one cup upon him,
With that which he hath drunk to-night already,
1 skilfully diluted.
Now, my sick fool
Whom love hath turn'd almost the wrong side out,
And they watch too. Now, 'mongst this flock of
Am I to put our Cassio in some action
IAGO. Some wine, ho!
[sings.] And let me the canakin clink, clink ;
And let me the canakin clink!
A soldier's a man;
A life's but a span ;
Why, then let a soldier drink!
Re-enter CASSIO; with him MONTANO and Gentlemen;
CAS. 'Fore God, they have given me a rouse already.
CAS. To the health of our General!
MON. I am for it, Lieutenant; and I'll do you justice.
Some wine, Boys!
CAS. 'Fore God, an excellent song.
IAGO. I learn'd it in England, where, indeed, they are
CAS. Is your Englishman so expert in his drinking?
[sings.] King Stephen was a worthy Peer,
His breeches cost him but a crown;
With that he call'd the tailor lown.
He was a wight of high renown,
And thou art but of low degree:
Some wine, ho!
CAS. Why, this is a more exquisite song than the other.
CAS. No; for I hold him to be unworthy of his place that
does those things. Well, God's above all; and there be souls must be sav'd, and there be souls must not be sav❜d.
IAGO. It's true, good Lieutenant.
CAS. For mine own part-no offence to the General, nor any man of quality-I hope to be sav'd.
IAGO. And so do I too, Lieutenant.
CAS. Ay, but, by your leave, not before me; the Lieutenant is to be sav'd before the Ancient. Let's have no more of this; let's to our affairs.-Forgive us our sins!-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. ALL. Excellent well.
CAS. Why, very well, then; you must not think, then, that I am drunk.
MON. To the platform, Masters; come, let's set the watch.
IAGO. You see this fellow that is gone before:
And give direction; and do but see his vice: 'Tis to his virtue a just equinox,
The one as long as the other: 'tis pity of him.
I fear the trust Othello puts him in,
On some odd time of his infirmity,
But is he often thus?
If drink rock not his cradle.
ACT II MON.
IAGO [aside to him.] How now, Roderigo!
I pray you, after the Lieutenant; go. [Exit RODERIGO.
MON. And 'tis great pity that the noble Moor
Should hazard such a place as his own second
It were an honest action to say
So to the Moor.
Not I, for this fair Island:
To cure him of this evil- But, hark! what noise?
Re-enter CASSIO, driving in RODERIGO.
CAS. You Rogue! you Rascal !
Dost thou prate, Rogue?
What's the matter, Lieutenant ?
[striking RODERIGO. Nay, good Lieutenant ; [staying him.
Let me go, Sir,
Or I'll knock you o'er the mazzard.
Come, come, you're drunk.
a mutiny !
I pray you, Sir, hold your hand.
1 a bundle of twigs.
Nay, good Lieutenant-alas, Gentlemen!—
Who's that which rings the bell?-Diablo, ho!
Re-enter OTHELLO and Attendants.
MON. 'Zounds, I bleed still!
Отн. Hold, for your lives!
IAGO. Hold, ho! Lieutenant-Sir-Montano-Gentle
Have you forgot all sense of place and duty?
Hold! the General speaks to you; hold, hold, for
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!