1107presenr houre of fiue, till the Bell haue told eleuen.

1108Blesse the Isle of Cyprus, and our Noble Generall Othel-

1109lo. Exit.

1111Othe. Good Michael, looke you to the guard to night.

1112Let's teach our selues that Honourable stop,

1113Not to out-sport discretion.

1114Cas. Iago, hath direction what to do.

1115But notwithstanding with my personall eye

1116Will I looke to't.

1117Othe. Iago, is most honest:

1118Michael, goodnight. To morrow with your earliest,

1119Let me haue speech with you. Come my deere Loue,

1120The purchase made, the fruites are to ensue,

1121That profit's yet to come 'tweene me, and you.

1122Goodnight. Exit.

1124Cas. Welcome Iago: we must to the Watch.

1125Iago. Not this houre Lieutenant: 'tis not yet ten

1126o'th'clocke. Our Generall cast vs thus earely for the

1127loue of his Desdemona: Who, let vs not therefore blame;

1128he hath not yet made wanton the night with her: and

1129she is sport for Ioue.

1130Cas. She's a most exquisite Lady.

1131Iago. And Ile warrant her, full of Game.

1132Cas. Indeed shes a most fresh and delicate creature.

1133Iago. What an eye she ha's?

1134Methinkes it sounds a parley to prouocation.

1135Cas. An inuiting eye:

1136And yet me thinkes right modest.

1137Iago. And when she speakes,

1138Is it not an Alarum to Loue?

1139Cas. She is indeed perfection.

1140Iago. Well: happinesse to their Sheetes. Come Lieu-

1141tenant, I haue a stope of Wine, and heere without are a

1142brace of Cyprus Gallants, that would faine haue a mea-

1143sure to the health of blacke Othello.

1144Cas. Not to night, good Iago, I haue very poore,

1145and vnhappie Braines for drinking. I could well wish

1146Curtesie would inuent some other Custome of enter-

1147tainment.

1148Iago. Oh, they are our Friends: but one Cup, Ile

1149drinke for you.

1150Cassio. I haue drunke but one Cup to night, and that

1151was craftily qualified too: and behold what inouation

1152it makes heere. I am infortunate in the infirmity, and

1153dare not taske my weakenesse with any more.

1154Iago. What man? 'Tis a night of Reuels, the Gal-

1155lants desire it.

1156Cas. Where are they?

1157Iago. Heere, at the doore: I pray you call them in.

1158Cas. Ile do't, but it dislikes me. Exit.

1159Iago. If I can fasten but one Cup vpon him

1160With that which he hath drunke to night alreadie,

1161He'l be as full of Quarrell, and offence

1162As my yong Mistris dogge.

1163Now my sicke Foole Rodorigo,

1164Whom Loue hath turn'd almost the wrong side out,

1165To Desdemona hath to night Carrows'd.

1166Potations, pottle-deepe; and he's to watch.

1167Three else of Cyprus, Noble swelling Spirites,

1168(That hold their Honours in a wary distance,

1169The very Elements of this Warrelike Isle)

1170Haue I to night fluster'd with flowing Cups,

1171And they Watch too.

1172Now 'mongst this Flocke of drunkards

1173Am I put to our Cassio in some Action

1174That may offend the Isle. But here they come.

1176If Consequence do but approue my dreame,

1177My Boate sailes freely, both with winde and Streame.

1178Cas. 'Fore heauen, they haue giuen me a rowse already.

1179Mon. Good-faith a litle one: not past a pint, as I am a

1180Souldier.

1181Iago. Some Wine hoa.

1182And let me the Cannakin clinke, clinke:

1183And let me the Cannakin clinke.

1184A Souldiers a man: Oh, mans life's but a span,

1185Why then let a Souldier drinke.

1186Some Wine Boyes.

1187Cas. 'Fore Heauen: an excellent Song.

1188Iago. I learn'd it in England: where indeed they are

1189most potent in Potting. Your Dane, your Germaine,

1190and your swag-belly'd Hollander, (drinke hoa) are

1191nothing to your English.

1192Cassio. Is your Englishmen so exquisite in his drin-

1193king?

1194Iago. Why, he drinkes you with facillitie, your Dane

1195dead drunke. He sweates not to ouerthrow your Al-

1196maine. He giues your Hollander a vomit, ere the next

1197Pottle can be fill'd.

1198Cas. To the health of our Generall.

1199Mon. I am for it Lieutenant: and Ile do you Iustice.

1200Iago. Oh sweet England.

1201King Stephen was and-a worthy Peere,

1202His Breeches cost him but a Crowne,

1203He held them Six pence all to deere,

1204With that he cal'd the Tailor Lowne:

1205He was a wight of high Renowne,

1206And thou art but of low degree:

1207'Tis Pride that pulls the Country downe,

1208And take thy awl'd Cloake about thee.

1209Some Wine hoa.

1210Cassio. Why this is a more exquisite Song then the o-

1211ther.

1212Iago. Will you heare't againe?

1213Cas. No: for I hold him to be vnworthy of his Place,

1214that do's those things. Well: heau'ns aboue all: and

1215there be soules must be saued, and there be soules must

1216not be saued.

1217Iago. It's true, good Lieutenant.

1218Cas. For mine owne part, no offence to the Generall,

1219nor any man of qualitie: I hope to be saued.

1220Iago. And so do I too Lieutenant.

1221Cassio. I: (but by your leaue) not before me. The

1222Lieutenant is to be saued before the Ancient. Let's haue

1223no more of this: let's to our Affaires. Forgiue vs our

1224sinnes: Gentlemen let's looke to our businesse. Do not

1225thinke Gentlemen, I am drunke: this is my Ancient, this

1226is my right hand, and this is my left. I am not drunke

1227now: I can stand well enough, and I speake well enough.

1228Gent. Excellent well.

1229Cas. Why very well then: you must not thinke then,

1230that I am drunke. Exit.

1231Monta. To th'Platforme (Masters) come, let's set the

1232Watch.

1233Iago. You see this Fellow, that is gone before,

1234He's a Souldier, fit to stand by Caesar,

1235And giue direction. And do but see his vice,

1236'Tis to his vertue, a iust Equinox,

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