Othello (Quarto 1, 1622)
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The Moore of Venice.
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¶Potations pottle deepe, and hee's to watch
¶That hold their honour, in a wary distance,
¶The very Elements of this warlike Isle,
1170Haue I to night flustred with flowing cups,
¶And the watch too: now mongst this flocke of drunkards,
But here they come:
¶If consequence doe but approoue my dreame,
As I am a souldier.
Iag. Some wine ho:
¶And let me the Cannikin clinke, clinke,
¶And let me the Cannikin clinke, clinke:
¶A Souldier's a man, a life's but a span,
1185Why then let a souldier drinke. ---Some wine boyes,
¶in potting: your Dane, your Germaine, and your swag-bellied Hol-
1190lander; drinke ho, are nothing to your English.
¶Iag. Why he drinkes you with facillity, your Dane dead drunke:
1195he sweats not to ouerthrow your Almaine; he giues your Hollander
¶a vomit, ere the next pottle can be fild.
¶Cas. To the health of our Generall.
¶His breeches cost him but a crowne,
¶He held'em sixpence all too deere,
¶With that he cald the Taylor lowne,
1205He was a wight of high renowne,
¶And thou art but of low degree,
¶Tis pride that puls the Countrey downe,
¶Then take thine owd cloke about thee. ---Some wine ho.
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