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Re-enter CAss Io, with him Mont ANo, and Gentlemen.
Cas. ‘Fore heaven, they have given me a rouse” already. Mon. Good faith, a little one; not past a pint, as I am a soldier. Iago. Some wine, ho! And let me the canakin clink, clink; [Sings. And let me the canakin clink: A soldier's a man ; A life's but a span; Why then, let a soldier drink.
Some wine, boys | - [Wine brought in.
Cas. ‘Fore heaven, an excellent song. Iago. I learned it in England, where, (indeed) they are most potent in potting: your Dane, your German, and your swag-bellied Hollander, Drink, ho!—are nothing to your English.
Cas. Is your Englishman so expert in his drinking?
Iago. 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 filled.
* A little more than enough.
Cas. To the health of our general.
Mon, I am for it, lieutenant; and I'll do you justice.3
Iago. O sweet England 1
King Stephen was a worthy peer,4
Some wine, ho ! Cas. Why, this is a more exquisite song than the other. Iago. Will you hear it again Cas. No; for I hold him to be unworthy of his place, that does those things.-Well,—Heaven's above all ; and there be souls that must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved. Iago. It's true, good lieutenant. Cas. For mine own part, no offence to the general, or any man of quality,+I hope to be saved. Iago. And so do I too, lieutenant. Cas., 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 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 hand :—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. [Erit. Mon. To the platform, masters; come, let's set the watch. Jago. You see this fellow, that is gone before;— He is a soldier, fit to stand by Caesar 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 Will shake this island. Mon. But is he often thus 2 Iago. "Tis evermore the prologue to his sleep: He'll watch the horologe a double set," If drink rock not his cradle. Mon. 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 Cassio, And looks not on his evils; Is not this true :
2 Drink as much as you do. 4A worthy fellow. 5 Clown.
Enter Rod ERIGo.
Iago. How now, Roderigo? [Aside.
I pray you, after the lieutenant; go.
6 While the clock strikes two rounds, or four-and-twenty hours.
Mon. And 'tis great pity, that the noble Moor
Iago. Not I, for this fair island:
To cure him of this evil. But hark! what noise 2 [Cry within.—Help! help!
Re-enter CAss Io, driving in Rod ERIGo.
Cas. You rogue! you rascal!
Mon. What's the matter, lieutenant?
Cas. A knave!—teach me my duty! I'll beat the knave into a twiggen" bottle.
Rod. Beat me !
Cas. Dost thou prate, rogue 2
[Staying him. I pray you, sir, hold your hand.
Cas. Let me go, sir, Or I'll knock you o'er the mazzard.
Mon. Come, come, you're drunk.
Cas. Drunk [They fight.
Iago. Away, I say! go out, and cry—a mutiny. [Aside to Ro D. who goes out. Nay, good lieutenant, alas, gentlemen, Help, ho!—Lieutenant, sir, Montano, sir;-Help, masters —Here's a goodly watch, indeed! [Bell rings.
7 Rooted, settled. * A wicker'd bottle. WOL. X. Z
who's that that rings the bell?—Diablo, ho The town will rise; God's will, lieutenant! hold; You will be sham'd for ever.
Enter OTHELLO, and Attendants.
Oth. What is the matter here? Mon. I bleed still, I am hurt to the death;-he dies. Oth. Hold, for your lives. Iago. Hold, hold, lieutenant, sir, Montano, gentlemen, Have you forgot all sense of place and duty : Hold, hold! the general speaks to you; hold, for
- shame ! Oth. Why, how now, ho! from whence ariseth this 2
Are we turn'd Turks; and to ourselves do that,