Iago. And when she speaks, is it not an alarum to love? Cas. She is indeed perfection. Iago. Well, happiness to their sheets!--Come, lieutenant, I have a stoop of wine: and here without are a brace of Cyprus gallants, that would fain have a measure to the health of the black Othello. Cas. Not to-night, good Iago: I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking. I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment. Iago. 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! 't is a night of revels: the gallants desire it. Cas. Where are they? Iago. Here at the door : I pray you, call them in. Cas. I'll do it; but it dislikes me. [Exit. 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 turned almost the wrong side outward, To Desdemona hath to-night caroused Am I to put our Cassio in some action 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, 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. Iago. O sweet England! Sings. King Stephen was a worthy peer, His breeches cost him but a crown: And thou art but of low degree: 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 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 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. 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 th' other: 't is pity of him, On some odd time of his infirmity, Or I'll knock you o'er the mazzard. Oth. Why, how now, ho!-from whence ariseth this? Are we turned Turks, and to ourselves do that ters? Honest Iago, that look'st dead with grieving, Speak, who began this? on thy love I charge thee. Iago. I do not know:-friends all but now, even now, In quarter, and in terms like bride and groom Oth. How comes it, Michael, you are thus forgot? Mon. Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger: Of all that I do know: nor know I aught My blood begins my safer guides to rule; Mon. If partially affined, or leagued in office, The town might fall in fright: he, swift of foot, Come, Desdemona: 't is the soldiers' life Iago. Marry, heaven forbid! Cas. Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part, sir, of myself, and what remains is bestial. My reputation, Iago; my reputation! Iago. As I am an honest man, I thought you had received some bodily wound: there is more offence in that than in reputation. Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving. You have lost no reputation at all, unless you repute yourself such a loser. What, man! there are ways to recover the general again. You are but now cast in his mood; a punishment more in policy than in malice: even so as one would beat his offenceless dog, to affright an imperious lion. Sue to him again, and he's your's. Cas. I will rather sue to be despised, than to deceive so good a commander with so slight, so drunken, and so indiscreet an officer. Drunk; and speak parrot; and squabble; swagger; swear; and discourse fustian with one's own shadow!-O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil! Iago. What was he that you followed with your sword? What had he done to you? Cas. I know not. Iago. Is it possible? Cas. I remember a mass of things, but nothing distinctly: a quarrel, but nothing wherefore.-O that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should, with joy, revel, pleasure, and applause, transform ourselves into beasts! Iago. Why, but you are now well enough: how came you thus recovered? Cas. It hath pleased the devil drunkenness to give place to the devil wrath: one imperfectness shews me another, to make me frankly despise myself. Iago. Come, you are too severe a moraler. As the time, the place, and the condition of this country stands, I could heartily wish this had not befallen: but since it is as it is, mend it for your own good. Cas. I will ask him for my place again: he shall tell me I am a drunkard! Had I as many mouths as Hydra, such an answer would stop them all. To be now a sensible man, by-and-by a fool, and presently a beast! O strange!— Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the ingredient is a devil. Iago. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used: exclaim no more against it. And, good lieutenant, I think you think I love you. Cas. I have well approved it, sir.—I drunk! Iago. You or any man living may be drunk at some time, man. I'll tell you what you shall do. Our general's wife is now the general:-I may say so in this respect, for that he hath devoted and given up himself to the contemplation, mark, and denotement of her parts and graces. Confess yourself freely to her; importune her she'll help to put you in your place again. She is of so free, so kind, so apt, so blessed a disposition, that she holds it a vice in her goodness not to do more than she is requested. This broken joint between you and her husband entreat her to splinter; and, my fortunes against any lay worth naming, this crack of your love shall grow stronger than it was before. Cas. You advise me well. Iago. I protest, in the sincerity of love and When this advice is free I give, and honest, That she repeals him for her body's lust : She shall undo her credit with the Moor. Enter RODERIGO. Rod. I do follow here in the chase, not like a hound that hunts, but one that fills up the cry. My money is almost spent; I have been to-night exceedingly well cudgelled; and I think the issue will be,-I shall have so much experience for my pains and so, with no money at all, and a little more wit, return to Venice. Iago. How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees? Thou know'st we work by wit, and not by witchcraft; And wit depends on dilatory time. Does 't not go well? Cassio hath beaten thee, Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.- My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress; Myself, the while, to draw the Moor apart, ГАСТИ SCENE I.-Before the Castle. Enter CASSIO, and some Musicians. Cas. Masters, play here (I will content your pains) Something that's brief; and bid, "Good-morrow, general." [Music. Enter Clown. Clo. Why, masters, have your instruments been at Naples, that they speak i' the nose thus? 1st Mus. How, sir, how? Clo. Are these, I pray you, called wind in struments? 1st Mus. Ay, marry are they, sir. Clo. O, thereby hangs a tail. 1st Mus. Whereby hangs a tale, sir? Clo. Marry, sir, by many a wind instrument that I know. But, masters, here's money for you: and the general so likes your music, that he desires you, of all loves, to make no more noise with it. 1st Mus. Well, sir, we will not. Clo. If you have any music that may not be heard, to't again: but, as they say, to hear music the general does not greatly care. 1st Mus. We have none such, sir. Clo. Then put up your pipes in your bag, for I'll away. Go; vanish into air; away. [Exeunt Musicians. Cas. Dost thou hear, my honest friend? Clo. No, I hear not your honest friend; I hear you. Cas. Pr'y thee, keep up thy quillets. There's a poor piece of gold for thee: if the gentlewoman that attends the general's wife be stirring, tell her there's one Cassio entreats her a little favour of speech. Wilt thou do this? Clo. She is stirring, sir: if she will stir hither, I shall seem to notify unto her. [Exit. Enter IAGO. Cas. Do, good my friend.-In happy time, Iago. Iago. You have not been abed, then? Cas. Why, no: the day had broke Before we parted. I have made bold, Iago, |