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I humbly beseech you, proceed to the affairs of state.
Duke. The Turk with a most mighty preparation
makes for Cyprus:-Othello, the fortitude of the
place is best known to you: And though we have
there a substitute of most allowed sufficiency, yet
opinion, a sovereign mistress of effects, throws a
more safer voice on you: you must therefore be
content to slubber the gloss of your new fortunes
with this more stubborn and boisterous expedition.
Oth. The tyrant custom, most grave senators,
Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war
My thrice-driven bed of down: I do agnize2
A natural and prompt alacrity,

I find in hardness; and do undertake
These present wars against the Ottomites.
Most humbly therefore bending to your state,
I crave fit disposition for my wife;
Due reference of place, and exhibition;3
With such accommodation, and besort,
As levels with her breeding.

Duke.

Be't at her father's.

Bra.

If you please,

I'll not have it so.

Oth. Nor I. Des. Nor I; I would not there reside, To put my father in impatient thoughts, By being in his eye. Most gracious duke, To my unfolding lend a gracious ear, And let me find a charter in your voice, To assist my simpleness.

Duke. What would you, Desdemona ?

Des. That I did love the Moor to live with him, My downright violence and storin of fortunes May trumpet to the world; my heart's subdued Even to the very quality of my lord:

I saw Othello's visage in his mind;
And to his honours, and his valiant parts,
Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.
So that, dear lords, if I be left behind,

A moth of peace, and he go to the war,
The rites, for which I love him, are bereft me,
And I a heavy interim shall support
By his dear absence: Let me go with him.
Oth. Your voices, lords:-'beseech you, let her will
Have a free way.

Vouch with me, heaven; I therefore beg it not,
To please the palate of my appetite;
Nor to comply with heat, the young affects,4
In my distinct and proper satisfaction;
But to be free and bounteous to her mind:
And heaven defends your good souls, that you think
I will your serious and great business scant,
For she is with me: No, when light-wing'd toys
Of feather'd Cupid seel with wanton dulness
My speculative and active instruments,
That my disports corrupt and taint my business,
Let housewives make a skillets of my helm,9
And all indign and base adversities
Make head against my estimation!

Duke. Be it as you shall privately determine, Either for her stay, or going: the affair cries--haste,

Oth.

With such things else of quality and respect,
As doth import you.
Please your grace, my ancient;
A man he is of honesty and trust:
To his conveyance I assign my wife,
With what else needful your good grace shall think
To be sent after me.
Duke.
Let it be so.-
Good night to every one.-And, noble signior,
[To Brabantio.
If virtue no delighted beauty lack,
Your son-in-law is far more fair than black.

1 Sen. Adieu, brave Moor! use Desdemona well. Bra. Look to her, Moor; have a quick eye to see; She has deceiv'd her father, and may thee.

[Exeunt Duke, Senators, Officers, &c. Oth. My life upon her faith.-Honest lago, My Desdemona must I leave to thee;

I pr'ythee, let thy wife attend on her;
And bring them after in the best advantage.--
Come, Desdemona; I have but an hour
Of love, of worldly matters and direction,
To spend with thee: we must obey the time.
[Exeunt Othello and Desdemona.

Rod. Iago.
Iago. What say'st thou, noble heart?
Rod. What will I do, thinkest thou?
Jago. Why, go to bed and sleep.

Rod. I will incontinently 10 drown myself. Iago. Well, if thou dost, I shall never love thee after it. Why, thou silly gentleman!

Rod. It is silliness to live, when to live is a torment: and then have we a prescription to die, when death is our physician.

Jago. O villanous! I have looked upon the world for four times seven years; and since I could distinguish between a benefit and an injury, I never found a man that knew how to love himself. Ere I would say, I would drown myself for the love of a Guinea-hen, I would change my humanity with Ja baboon.

Rod. What should I do? I confess, it is my shame to be so fond ; but it is not in virtue to amend it.

Iago. Virtue? a fig! 'tis in ourselves, that we are thus, or thus. Our bodies are our gardens; to the which, our wills are gardeners: so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce; set hyssop, and weed up thyme, supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many; either to have it steril with idleness, or manured with industry; why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills. If the balance of our lives had not one scale of reason to poise another of sensuality, the blood and baseness of our natures would conduct us to most preposterous conclusions: But we have reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal stings, our unbitted12 lust; whereof I take this, that you calllove, to be a sect,13 or scion.

Rod. It cannot be.

Iago. It is merely a lust of the blood, and a per

And speed must answer it; you must hence to-night.||mission of the will. Come, be a man: Drown thy

Oth.

Des. To-night, my lord?
Duke.
Duke. At nine i'the morning here we'll meet
again.

Put

self? drown cats, and blind puppies. I have proThis night. fessed me thy friend, and I confess me knit to thy With all my heart.deserving with cables of perdurable toughness; 1 could never better stead thee than now. money in thy purse; follow these wars; defeat thy favour with an usurped beard ;14 I say, put money in thy purse. It cannot be, that Desdemona should long continue her love to the Moor,--put money in

Othello, leave some officer behind,
And he shall our commission bring to you;

(1) Obscure.

(3) Allowance.

(2) Acknowledge. (4) Affections.

(5) Forbid. (6) Because. (7) Blind. (8) A small kettle. (9) Helmet.

(10) Immediately. (11) Foolish. (12) Unbridled. (13) A sect is what the gardeners call a cutting. (14) Change your countenance with a false beard.

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1 Gent. Nothing at all: it is a high-wrought flood; I cannot, 'twixt the heaven and the main, Descry a sail.

Mon. Methinks, the wind hath spoke aloud at land:

thy purse; nor he his to her: it was a violent commencement, and thou shalt see an answerable sequestration;-put but money in thy purse.These Moors are changeable in their wills;-fill thy purse with money: the food that to him now is as luscious as locusts, shall be to him shortly as bit- A fuller blast ne'er shook our battlements: ter as coloquintida. She must change for youth: If it hath ruffian'd so upon the sea, when she is sated with his body, she will find the What ribs of oak, when mountains melt on them, error of her choice.--She must have change, she Can hold the mortise? what shall we hear of this? must: therefore put money in thy purse.-If thou 2 Gent. A segregation of the Turkish fleet: wilt needs damn thyself, do it a more delicate way For do but stand upon the foaming shore, than drowning. Make all the money thou canst:The chiding billow seems to pelt the clouds; If sanctimony and a frail vow, betwixt an erring! The wind-shak'd surge, with high and monstrous main, barbarian and a supersubtle Venetian, be not too hard for my wits, and all the tribe of hell, thou Seems to cast water on the burning bear, shalt enjoy her; therefore make money. A pox of And quench the guards of the ever-fixed pole: drowning thyself! it is clean out of the way; seek || I never did like molestation view thou rather to be hanged in compassing thy joy,On th' enchafed flood. than to be drowned and go without her.

Rod. Wilt thou be fast to my hopes, if I depend on the issue?

lago. Thou art sure of me;-Go, make money: -I have told thee often, and I re-tell thee again and again, I hate the Moor: My cause is hearted: thine hath no less reason: Let us be conjunctive in our revenge against him: if thou canst cuckold him, thou dost thyself a pleasure, and me a sport. There are many events in the womb of time, which will be delivered. Traverse 2 go; provide thy We will have more of this to-morrow.

money.

Adieu.

Rod. Where shall we meet i'the morning?
Iago. At my lodging.

Rod. I'll be with thee betimes.

Jago. Go to; farewell. Do you hear, Roderigo?
Rod. What say you?

your purse.

Iago. No more of drowning, do you hear?
Rod. I am changed. I'll sell all my land.
Iago. Go to; farewell: put money enough in
[Exit Roderigo.
Thus do I ever make my fool my purse:
For I mine own gain'd knowledge should profane,
If I would time expend with such a snipe,
But for my sport and profit. I hate the Moor;
And it is thought abroad, that 'twixt my sheets
He has done my office: I know not if't be true;
But I, for mere suspicion in that kind,
Will do, as if for surety. He holds3 me well;
The better shall my purpose work on him.
Cassio's a proper man: Let me see now;
To get his place, and to plume up my will;
A double knavery,-How? how?-Let me see :-
After some time, to abuse Othello's ear,
That he is too familiar with his wife:-
He hath a person, and a smooth dispose,
To be suspected; fram'd to make women false.
The Moor is of a free and open nature,
That thinks men honest, that but seem to be so;
And will as tenderly be led by the nose,
As asses are.

I have't;-it is engender'd :---Hell and night
Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light.

ACT II.

[Exil.

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Mon.
If that the Turkish fleet
Be not inshelter'd and embay'd, they are drown'd;
It is impossible they bear it out.

Enter a third Gentleman.

3 Gent. News, lords! our wars are done;
The desperate tempest hath so bang'd the Turks,
That their designment halts: A noble ship of Venice
Hath seen a grievous wreck and sufferance
On most part of their fleet.

Mon.

How is this true?
3 Gent. The ship is here put in,
A Veronese; Michael Cassio,
Lieutenant to the warlike Moor, Othello,
Is come on shore: The Moor himself's at sea,
And is in full commission here for Cyprus.

Mon. I am glad on't; 'tis a worthy governor.
3 Gent. But this same Cassio,-though he speak
of comfort,

Touching the Turkish loss,-yet he looks sadly,
And prays the Moor be safe; for they were parted
With foul and violent tempest.

Mon.

'Pray heaven he be;
For I have serv'd him, and the man commands
Like a full soldier. Let's to the sea-side, ho!
As well to see the vessel that's come in,
As to throw out our eyes for brave Othello;
Even till we make the main, and the aerial blue,
An indistinct regard.

3 Gent.
Come, let's do so;
For every minute is expectancy
Of more arrivance.

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4 Gent. The town is empty: on the brow o'the sea Stand ranks of people, and they cry--a sail.

Cas. My hopes do shape him for the governor.
2 Gent. They do discharge their shot of courtesy
[Guns heard.

(5) The constellation near the polar star.
(6) Complete.

(7) Allowed and approved expertness.

Our friends, at least.
Cas.
I pray you, sir, go forth,
And give us truth who 'tis that is arriv'd.
2 Gent. I shall.
[Exit.
Mon. But, good lieutenant, is your general wiv'd?
Cas. Most fortunately: he hath achiev'd a maid
That paragons description, and wild fame;
One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens,
And, in the essential vesture of creation,
Does bear all excellency.-How now? who has put
in?

Re-enter second Gentleman.

2 Gent. 'Tis one Iago, ancient to the general.
Cas. He has had most favourable and happy speed:
Tempests themselves, high seas, and howling winds,
The gutter'd rocks, and congregated sands,-
Traitors ensteep'd to clog the guiltless knell,-
As having sense of beauty, do omit

Their mortal' natures, letting go safely by
The divine Desdemona.

Mon.

What is she?

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Des. O, fic upon thee, slanderer!

Iago. Nay, it is true, or else I am a Turk;
You rise to play, and go to bed to work.
Emil. You shall not write my praise.
lago.

No, let me not. Des. What would'st thou write of me, if thou should'st praise me?

Iago. O gentle lady, do not put me to't;
For I am nothing, if not critical,3

Des. Come on, assay :-There's one gone to the
harbour?

lago. Ay, madam.

Des. I am not merry; but I do beguile
The thing I am, by seeming otherwise.-
Come, how would'st thou praise me?

Iago. I am about it; but, indeed, my invention
Comes from my pate, as birdlime does from frize,
It plucks out brains and all: But my muse labours,

Cas. She that I spake of, our great captain's And thus she is deliver'd.

captain,

Left in the conduct of the bold Iago;
Whose footing here anticipates our thoughts,
A se'nnight's speed.-Great Jove, Othello guard,
And swell his sail with thine own powerful breath;
That he may bless this bay with his tall ship,
Make love's quick pants in Desdemona's arms,
Give renew'd fire to our extincted spirits,
And bring all Cyprus comfort!-O, behold,'

If she be fair and wise,-fairness, and wit,
The one's for use, the other useth it.

Des. Well prais'd! How if she be black and witty?
Iago. If she be black, and thereto have a wit,
She'll find a white that shall her blackness fit.

Des. Worse and worse.

Emil. How, if fair and foolish?

Iago. She never yet was foolish that was fair; For even her folly help'd her to an heir.

Des. These are old fond paradoxes, to make

Enter Desdemona, Emilia, Iago, Roderigo, and fools laugh i'the alehouse. What miserable praise

Attendants.

The riches of the ship is come on shore!

Ye men of Cyprus, let her have your knees;-
Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven,
Before, behind thee, and on every hand,
Enwheel thee round!

hast thou for her that's foul and foolish?

Iago. There's none so foul, and foolish thereunto, But does foul pranks which fair and wise ones do.

Des. Oheavy ignorance!-thou praisest the worst best. But what praise could'st thou bestow on a deserving woman indeed? one that, in the authority her merit, did justly put on the vouch of very malice itself?

Des.
I thank you, valiant Cassio.of
What tidings can you tell me of my lord?
Cas. He is not yet arriv'd; nor know I aught
But that he's well, and will be shortly here.

Des. O, but I fear;-How lost you company?
Cas. The great contention of the sea and skies
Parted our fellowship: But, hark! a sail.

[Cry within, A sail, a sail! Then guns heard. 2 Gent. They give their greeting to the citadel; This likewise is a friend. Cas.

See for the news.[Exit Gentleman. Good ancient, you are welcome;-Welcome, mis[To Emilia. Let it not gall your patience, good Iago, That I extend my manners; 'tis my breeding That gives me this bold show of courtesy.

tress:

Iago. She that was ever fair, and never proud;
Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud;
Never lack'd gold, and yet went never gay;
Fled from her wish, and yet said,-now I may,
She that, being anger'd, her revenge being nigh,
Bade her wrong stay, and her displeasure fly;
She, that in wisdom never was so frail,

To change the cod's head for the salmon's tail;
She that could think, and ne'er disclose her mind,
See suitors following, and not look behind;
She was a wight,-if ever such wight were,-
Des. To do what?

lago. To suckle fools, and chronicle small beer. Des. O most lame and impotent conclusion!--Do not learn of him, Emilia, though he be thy husband. [Kissing her.-How say you, Cassio! is he not a most profane and liberals counsellor?

Iago. Sir, would she give you so much of her lips,
As of her tongue she oft bestows on me,
You'd have enough.

Des.

Alas, she has no speech.
Iago. In faith, too much;
I find it still, when I have list? to sleep,
Marry, before your ladyship, I grant,
She puts her tongue a little in her heart,
And chides with thinking.

Emil.
You have little cause to say so.
Iago. Come on, come on; you are pictures out
of doors,

Bells in your parlours, wild cats in your kitchens,

(1) Deadly, destructive. (3) Censorious.

(5) Licentious, free-spoken.

Cas. He speaks home, madam; you may relishhim more in the soldier, than in the scholar.

Iago. [Aside.] He takes her by the palm: Ay, well said, whisper: with as little a web as this, will I ensnare as great a fly as Cassio. Ay, smile upon her, do; I will gyves thee in thine own courtship. You say true; 'tis so, indeed: if such tricks as these strip you out of your lieutenantry, it had been better you had not kissed your three fingers so oft, which now again you are most apt to play the sir in. Very good; well kissed! an excellent courtesy 8 'tis so, indeed. Yet again, your fingers to

(2) Desire.
(4) Foolish.
(6) Shackle, fetter.plied to men as well as women.

(7) Your good-breeding and gallantry.
(8) Courtesy, in the sense of obeisance, was ap

your lips? would they were clyster-pipes, for your to some second choice. Now, sir, this granted (as sake.[Trumpet.] The Moor, I know his trum-it is a most pregnant and unforced position.) who

pet.

Cas. "Tis truly so.

Des. Let's meet him, and receive him.
Cas. Lo, where he comes!

Enter Othello, and Attendants.

Oth. O my fair warrior!

Des.

My dear Othello!
Oth. It gives me wonder great as my content,
To see you here before me. O my soul's joy!
If after every tempest come such calms,

May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!
And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas,
Olympus-high; and duck again as low

As hell's from heaven! If it were now to die,
"Twere now to be most happy; for, I fear,
My soul hath her content so absolute,
That not another comfort like to this
Succeeds in unknown fate.

Des.

The heavens forbid,

But that our loves and comforts should increase,

Even as our days do grow!
Oth.

stands so eminently in the degree of this fortune, as Cassio does? a knave very voluble; no further conscionable, than in putting on the mere form of civil and humane seeming, for the better compassing of his salt and most hidden loose affection? why, none; why, none: A slippery and subtle knave, a finder out of occasions; that has an eye can stamp and counterfeit advantages, though true advantage never present itself: A devilish knave! besides, the knave is handsome, young; and hath all those requisites in him, that folly and green minds look after: A pestilent complete knave; and the woman hath found him already.

Rod. I cannot believe that in her; she is full of most blessed condition.5

Iago. Blessed fig's end! the wine she drinks is made of grapes: if she had been blessed, she would never have loved the Moor: Blessed pudding! Didst thou not see her paddle with the palm of his hand? didst not mark that?

Rod. Yes, that I did; but that was but courtesy.
Jago. Lechery, by this hand; an index, and ob-

Amen to that, sweet powers!-scure prologue to the history of lust and foul

I cannot speak enough of this content,
It stops me here; it is too much of joy:
And this, and this, the greatest discords be,

[Kissing her

That e'er our hearts shall make!
Ingo.
O, you are well tun'd now!||
But I'll set down the pegs that make this music,
As honest as I am.
[Aside.
Oth.
Come, let's to the castle.---
News, friends; our wars are done, the Turks are
drown'd.

How do our old acquaintance of this isle?
Honey, you shall be well desir'd' in Cyprus,
I have found great love amongst them. Omy sweet,
I prattle out of fashion,2 and I dote

In mine own comforts.-I pr'ythee, good Iago,
Go to the bay, and disembark my cotters:
Bring thou the master to the citadel;
He is a good one, and his worthiness
Does challenge much respect.-Come, Desdemona,||
Once more well met at Cyprus.

thoughts. They met so near with their lips, that their breaths embraced together. Villanous thoughts, Roderigo! when these mutualities so marshal the way, hard at hand comes the master and main exercise, the incorporate conclusion:-Pish!-But, sir, be you ruled by me: I have brought you from Venice. Watch you to-night; for the command, I'll lay't upon you: Cassio knows you not;--I'll not be far from you: Do you find some occasion to anger Cassio, either by speaking too loud, or tainting his discipline; or from what other course you please, which the time shall more favourably min

ister.

Rod. Well.

Iago. Sir, he is rash, and very sudden in choler; and, haply, with his truncheon, may strike at you: Provoke him, that he may: for, even out of that, will I cause these of Cyprus to mutiny; whose qualification shall come into no true taste again, but by the displanting of Cassio. So shall you have a shorter journey to your desires, by the means I [Exeunt Othello, Desdemona, and Attendants. shall then have to prefers them; and the impedilago. Do thou meet me presently at the harbour.ment most profitably removed, without the which Come hither. If thou be'st valiant,-as (they say) there were no expectation of our prosperity. base men, being in love, have then a nobility in Rod. I will do this, if I can bring it to any optheir natures more than is native to them,-list me.3 portunity. The lieutenant to-night watches on the court of guard:-First, I must tell thee this-Desdemona is directly in love with him.

Rod. With him? why, 'tis not possible.
Iago. Lay thy finger-thus, and let thy soul be
instructed. Mark me, with what violence she first
loved the Moor, but for bragging, and telling her
fantastical lies: And will she love him still for
prating? let not thy discreet heart think it. Her
eye must be fed; and what delight shall she have
to look on the devil? When the blood is made dull
with the act of sport, there should be,-again to
inflame it, and to give satiety a fresh appetite,
loveliness in favour; sympathy in years, manners,
and beauties; all which the Moor is defective in:
Now, for want of these required conveniences, her
delicate tenderness will find itself abused, begin to
heave the gorge, disrelish and abhor the Moor;
very nature will instruct her in it, and compel her

(1) Much solicited by invitation.
(2) Out of method, without order.
(3) Listen to me. (4) Minds unripe.

Iago. I warrant thee. Meet me by and by at the citadel: I must fetch his necessaries ashore. Farewell.

Rod. Adicu.

[Exit.

Jago. That Cassio loves her, I do well believe it;
That she loves him, 'tis apt, and of great credit:
The Moor-howbeit that I endure him not--
Is of a constant, loving, noble nature;
And, I dare think, he'll prove to Desdemona
A most dear husband. Now I do love her too;
Not out of absolute lust (though, peradventure,
I stand accountant for as great a sin,)
But partly led to diet my revenge,
For that I do suspect the lusty Moor
Hath leap'd into my seat: the thought whereof
Doth, like a poisonous mineral, gnaw my inwards,
And nothing can or shall content my soul,
Till I am even with him, wife for wife;
Or, failing so, yet that I put the Moor

(5) Qualities, disposition of mind.
(6) Throwing a slur upon his discipline.
(7) Perhaps. (3) To advance there.

At least into a jealousy so strong

Cas. Not to-night, good lago; I have very poor

That judgment cannot cure. Which thing to do,-and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment.

If this poor trash' of Venice, whom I trash2
For his quick hunting, stand the putting on,
I'll have our Michael Cassio on the hip;
Abuse him to the Moor in the rank garb,3—
For I fear Cassio with my night-cap too;
Make the Moor thank me, love me, and reward me,
For making him egregiously an ass,
And practising upon his peace and quiet
Even to madness. 'Tis here, but yet confus'd;
Knavery's plain face is never seen, till us'd. [Exit.
SCENE II-A street. Enter a Herald, with a
proclamation; people following.

Her. It is Othello's pleasure, our noble and valiant general, that, upon certain tidings now arrived, importing the mere perdition of the Turkish fleet, every man put himself into triumph; some to dance, some to make bonfires, each man to what sport and revel his addiction leads him; for, besides these beneficial news, it is the celebration of his nuptials: So much was his pleasure should be proclaimed. All offices are open; and there is full liberty of feasting, from this present hour of five, till the bell hath told eleven. Heaven bless the isle of Cyprus, and our noble general, Othello. [Exeunt. SCENE III-A hall in the castle. Enter Othello, Desdemona, Cassio, and Attendants. Oth. Good Michael, look you to the guard tonight :

Let's teach ourselves that honourable stop,
Not to out-sport discretion.

Cas. Iago hath direction what to do;
But, notwithstanding, with my personal eye
Will I look to't.

Oth.

Jago is most honest.

Michael, good night: To-morrow, with our earliest, Let me have speech with you.-Come, my dear

love,

The purchase made, the fruits are to ensue ; [To Desdemona. That profit's yet to come 'twixt me and you.Good night. [Exeunt Oth. Des. and Attend.

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Tago. O, they are our friends; but one cup; I'll drink for you.

Cas. I have drunk but one cup to-night, and that was craftily qualified 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?

Jago. Here at the door; I pray you, call them in. Cas. I'll do't; but it dislikes me. [Exit Cassio. Iago. 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 sick fool, Roderigo,

Whom love has turn'd almost the wrong side outward,

To Desdemona hath to-night carous'd
Potations pottle-deep; and he's to watch:
Three lads of Cyprus,-noble swelling spirits,
That hold their honours in a wary distance,
Have I to-night fluster'd with flowing cups,
The very elements of this warlike isle,-
And they watch too. Now, 'mongst this flock of
drunkards,

Am I to put our Cassio in some action
That may offend the isle :-But here they come :
If consequence do but approve my dream,

My boat sails freely, both with wind and stream.
Re-enter Cassio; with him Montano, and Gentle-

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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.

they are most potent in potting; your Dane, your
Iago. I learned it in England, where (indeed)
German, and your swag-bellied Hollander,-Drink,
ho!-are nothing to your English.

Cas. Is your Englishman so expert 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 filled.

Cas. To the health of our general.

Mon. I am for it, lieutenant; and I'll do you justice.9

lago. O sweet England!

King Stephen was a worthy peer,10
His breeches cost him but a crown;
He held them sixpence all too dear,

With that he call'd the tailor-lown."

(6) Dismissed. (7) Slily mixed with water. (8) A little more than enough.

(9) Drink as much as you do. (10) A worthy fellow."

(11) Clown.

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