Iago. Well, happiness to their fheets: come, Liet tenant, I have a ftoup of wine, and here without are a brace of Cyprus gallants, that would fain have a measure to the health of the black Othello. Caf. Not to-night, good Iago; I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking. I could well with, courtefy would invent fome other cultom of entertainment. Iago. Oh, they are our friends: but one cup; I'IF drink for you. Caf. 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 gal lants defire it. Caf. Where are they? Lago. Here at the door; I pray you, call them in. Caf. I'll do't; but it dislikes me. [Exit Caffio. Fago. If I can faften 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, Roderigo, Whom love hath turned almost the wrong fide out, To Defdemona hath te-night carouzed Potations pottle deep; and he's to watch. If confequence do but approve my deem, (37) My boat fails freely, both with wind and itream. Enter CASSIO, MONTANO, and Gentlemen. Caf. 'Fore Heaven, they have given me a roufe already. Mont. Good faith, a little one: not past a pint,. as I am a foldier. Lago. Some wine, ho! [lago fings. "And let me the canakin clink, clink, "And let me the canakin clink. "A foldier's a man; oh, man's life's but a span; Why, then let a foldier drink,” Some wine, boys. Caf. 'Fore Heaven, an excellent fong. Iago. I learned it in England: where, indeed, they are most potent in potting. Your Dane, your German, and your fwag-belired Hollander,----Drink, ho!- ——are nothing to your English. Caf. Is your Englishman fo exqufite in his drinking? Tago. Why, he drinks you with facility your Dane dead drunk, He fweats not to overthrow your Almain. He gives your Hollander a vomit, ere the next pottle can be filled. Caf. To the health of our General. Mont. I am for it, Lieutenant, and I'll do you. justice. (27) If confequence do but approve my dream,) All the printed copies, concur in this reading, but, I think, it does not come up to the Poet's intention; I rather in agine that he /wrote, If confequence do but approve my deem; i. e. my opinion, the judgment I have formed of what musthappen. So in Troilus and Creffiaa ; Cf. I true how.now? what wicked deem is this? Iago. Oh fweet England. King Stephen was an a worthy peer, "His breeches coft him but a crown; "He held them fixpence all too dear, "With that he call'd the tailor lown. "He was a wight of high renown, "And thou art but of low degree: " 'Tis pride that pulls the country down, "Then take thine auld cloak about thee. Some wine, ho! Caf. Why, this is a more exquifite fong than the other. Lago. Will you hear't again? Caf. No, for I hold him to be unworthy of his place that does thefe things. Well Heaven's above all; and there be fouls that must be faved, and there be fouls must not be faved. Iago. It's true, good Lieutenant. Caf. For mine own part, (no offence to the General, nor any man of quality;) I hope to be faved. Iago. And fo do I too, Lieutenant. Caf. Ay, but, by your leave, not before me. The Lieutenant is to be faved before the Ancient. Let's have no more of this'; let's to our affairs. Forgive our fins ----Gentlemen, let's look to our bufi. nefs. 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 I speak well enough. Gent. Excellent well. Caf. Why, very well then you must not think then that I am drunk. [Exit. Manent IAGO and MONTANO. Mont. To the platform, masters; come, let's fet the Watch. Iago. You fee this fellow that is gone before; He is a foldier fit to ftand by Cæfar, And give direction. And do but fee his vice; 'Tis to his virtues a juft equinox, The one as long as the other. 'Tis pity of him; I fear, the truft Othello puts him in, On some odd time of his infirmity, Will thake this island. Mont. But is he often thus? Iago. 'Tis evermore the prologue to his fleep, He'll watch the horologue a double set, If drink rock not his cradle. Mont. It were well The General were put in mind of it: Enter RODORIGO. Iago. How now, Rodorigo! I pray you, after the Lieutenant, go. [Exit Rod. It were an honeft action to say fo lago. Not I, for this fair ifland; I do love Caffio well, and would do much [Within, Help! help! Re-enter CASSIO, pursuing RODORIGO. Caf. You rogue! you rascal! Mont. What's the matter, Lieutenant? Gaf. A knave teach me my duty! I'll beat the knave into a twiggen bottle. Rod. Beat me Gaf. Doit thou prate, rogue? I pray you, Sir, hold your hand. [Staying him. Caf. Let me go, Sir, or I'll knock you o'er the mazzard. Mont. Come, come,.you're drunk. Caf. Drunk? [They fight. lago. Away, I fay, go out and cry a mutiny. [Exit Rodorigo. May, good LieutenantAlas, gentlemenHelp, ho!--Lieutenant-----Sir-----Montano---Help, mafters! here's a goodly watch, indeed---Who's that who rings the bell-------diablo, ho! [Bell rings. The town will rife. Fy, fy, Lieutenant! hold: You will be fhamed for ever. Enter OTHELLO, and Attendants. Oth. What is the matter here? Mont. I bleed fill, I am hurt, but not to th death. Oth. Hold, for your lives. lago. Hold, ho! Lieutenant-Sir-Montanogentlemen Have you forgot all fenfe of place and duty? Are we turned Turks? and to ourselves do that |