Whom love hath turn'd almost the wrong side out, Potations pottle-deep; and he's to watch: Three else (27) of Cyprus,-noble swelling spirits, The very elements of this warlike isle, Have I to-night fluster'd with flowing cups, 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, followed by MONTANO, Gentlemen, and Servant with wine. 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. A soldier's a man ; O, man's life's but a span ; Why, then, let a soldier drink. Some wine, boys! 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. Cas. To the health of our general! Mon. I am for it, lieutenant; and I'll do you justice. King Stephen was and(28) a worthy peer, His breeches cost him but a crown; He held them sixpence all too dear, 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. Iago. Will you hear 't 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 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, nor 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:-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. [Exit. Mon. To the platform, masters; come, let's set the watch. Iago. You see this fellow that is gone before;— He is a soldier fit to stand by Cæsar 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 ? Iago. 'Tis evermore the prologue to his sleep: He'll watch the horologe a double set, If drink rock not his cradle. The general were put in mind of it. And looks not on his evils: is not this true? Enter RODERIGO. Iago. How now, Roderigo! I pray you, after the lieutenant; go. [Aside to him. [Exit Roderigo. Mon. And 'tis great pity that the noble Moor Should hazard such a place as his own second With one of an ingraft infirmity: It were an honest action to say So to the Moor. Iago. Not I, for this fair island: I do love Cassio well; and would do much To cure him of this evil-But, hark! what noise? [Cry within,-" Help! help!"(29) Re-enter CASSIO, driving in RODERIGO. Cas. You rogue! you rascal! What's the matter, lieutenant? Cas. A knave teach me my duty! Iago. Away, I say; go out, and cry a mutiny! [Aside to Roderigo, who goes out. Nay, good lieutenant,-alas, gentlemen ; Let me go, sir, Come, come, you're drunk. [They fight. Help, ho!-Lieutenant,―sir,-Montano,—sir ;—(30) The town will rise: God's will, lieutenant, hold; Oth. Re-enter OTHELLO and Attendants. What is the matter here? Mon. Zounds, I bleed still; I am hurt to the death.(32) Oth. Hold, for your lives! Iago. Hold, ho! Lieutenant, sir,-Montano,-gentle men, Have you forgot all sense of place and duty ?(33) From her propriety.—What is the matter, masters ?— 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? The gravity and stillness of your youth In mouths of wisest censure: what's the matter, And spend your rich opinion for the name Of a night-brawler? give me answer to it. Mon. Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger: Your officer, Iago, can inform you, While I spare speech, which something now offends me,— By me that's said or done amiss this night; And to defend ourselves it be a sin When violence assails us. Oth. Now, by heaven, My blood begins my safer guides to rule; Though he had twinn'd with me, both at a birth, In night, and on the court and guard of safety! (3) Mon. If partially affin'd, or leagu'd (36) in office, Thou dost deliver more or less than truth, Thou art no soldier. Iago. Touch me not so near: I had rather have this tongue cut from my mouth |