Jag. If I can faften but one cup vpon him, As my young miftris dog:-now my ficke foole Roderigo; To Defdemona, hath to night caroust Potations pottle deepe, and hee's to watch Haue I to night fluftred with flowing cups, And the watch too: now mongst this flocke of drunkards, That may offend the isle; Enter Montanio, Caffio, and others. But here they come : If confequence doe but approoue my dreame, lag. Some wine ho: And let me the cannikin clinke, clinke, And let me the cannikin clinke, clinke: A fouldier's a man, a life's but a span, Why then let a fouldier drinke.-Some wine boyes, Caf. Fore God an excellent fong. lag. I learn'd it in England, where indeed they are most potent in potting: your Dane, your Germaine, and your fwag-bellied Hollander; drinke ho, are nothing to your English: Caf. Is your English man so expert * in his drinking? Iag. Why he drinkes you with facillity, your Dane dead drunke he fweats not to ouerthrow your Almaine; he giues your Hollander a vomit, ere the next pottle can be fild. Caf. To the health of our generall. Mon. I am for it lieutenant, and I will doe you inftice. * Iag. O fweete England, -king Stephen was a worthy peere, His breeches coft him but a crowne, Tis pride that puls the countrey downe, Then take thine owd cloke about thee.-Some wine ho. Caf. Fore God this is a more exquifite fong then the other. Jag. Will you hear't agen? Caf. No, for I hold him vnworthy of his place, that does thofe things: well, God's aboue all, and there bee foules that muft bee faued. lag. It is true good leiutenant. Caf. For mine own part, no offence to the generall, nor any man of quality, I hope to be faued. Iag. And fo doe I leiutenant. Caf. I, but by your leaue, not before me; the leiutenant is to be faued before the ancient. Let's ha no more of this, let's to our affaires: God forgiue vs our fins: gentlemen, let's looke to our bufineffe; doe not thinke gentlemen I am drunke, this is my ancient, this is my right hand, and this is my left hand: I am not drunke now, I can ftand well enough, and fpeake well enough. All. Excellent well. was and. † Why. God omitted. Caf. Caf. Very well then you must not thinke, that I am drunke. Mon. To the plotforme maisters. watch. Ex. Come, let's fet the lag. You fee this fellow that is gone before, The one as long as th'other: tis pitty of him, On fome odde time of his infirmity, Mon. But is he often thus. lag. Tis euermore the prologue to his sleepe: Hee'le watch the horolodge a double fet, If drinke rocke not his cradle. Mon. Twere well the generall wete put in minde of it, Perhaps he fees it not, or his good nature, Praises the vertues † that appeares in Caffio, And looke‡ not on his euills: is not this true? Enter Roderigo. Lag. How now Roderigo, I pray you after the leiutenant, goe Mon. And tis great pitty that the noble Moore It were an honest action to say so to the Moore. I doe loue Caffio well, and would doe much, Exit Rod. Helpe, helpe, within. To cure him of this euill: but harke, what noyse. were. ↑ vertus, I lookes. Enter Enter Caffio, driuing in Roderigo. Caf. Zouns, you rogue, you rascall. Mon. What's the matter leiutenant? Caf. A knaue, teach mee my duty: but I'le beate the knaue into a wicker bottle. Rod. Beate me? Caf. Doeft thou prate rogue? Mon. Good leiutenant; pray fir hold your hand. Caf. Let me goe fir, or Ile knocke you ore the mazzard. Caf. Drunke? lag. Away I fay, goe out and cry a muteny. Nay good leiutenant: Godfwill gentlemen, They fight. A bell rung. Enter Othello, and gentlemen with weapons. Oth. What is the matter here? Mon. Zounst, I bleed ftill, I am hurt, to the death: lag. Hold, hold leiutenant, fir Montanio, gentlemen, Haue you forgot all place of fence, and duty: Hold, the generall fpeakes to you; hold, hold, for fhame. Are we turn'd Turkes, and to our felues doe that, For christian fhame, put by this barbarous brawle; Zouns omitted. †fie, fic. Zouns omitted. He He that stirres next, to carue forth his owne rage, lag. I doe not know, friends all but now, euen now, The world hath noted, and your name is great, That you vnlace your reputation thus, While I fpare fpeech, which fomething now offends me, • for. Thofe Z 'Oth. VOL. IV. |