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: My boat sails freely, both with wind and stream. Re-enter CASSIO, with him MONTANO, and 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; 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! [Sings. [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. 2 A little more than enough. 2 Cas. To the health of our general. Mon. I am for it, lieutenant; and I'll do you justice.3 lago. O sweet England! King Stephen was a worthy peer,4 His breeches cost him but a crown; He held them sixpence all too dear, 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 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 4 A worthy fellow. 3 Drink as much as you do. s Clown. 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. [Exit. 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 Cæsar And give direction: and do but see his vice; The one as long as the other: 'tis pity of him. 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. Mon. It were well, The general were put in mind of it. Perhaps, he sees it not; or his good nature Enter RODERIGO. Iago. How now, Roderigo? I pray you, after the lieutenant; go. [Aside. [Exit RODERIGO. While the clock strikes two rounds, or four-and-twenty hours. 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! Re-enter CASSIO, driving in RODERIGO. 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. [Aside to ROD. who goes out. Or I'll knock you o'er the mazzard. Mon. Cas. Drunk! Iago. Away, I say! go out, and cry-a mutiny. Nay, good lieutenant,-alas, gentlemen,— Help, ho!-Lieutenant,-sir,-Montano,-sir; Help, masters!—Here's a goodly watch, indeed! [Bell rings. 7 Rooted, settled. 8 A wicker'd bottle. VOL. X. Ꮓ Who's that that rings the bell?-Diablo, ho! Oth. Enter OTHELLO, and Attendants. 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? Are we turn'd Turks; and to ourselves do that, now, In quarter, and in terms like bride and groom |