11651076To Desdemona, hath to night caroust

11661077Potations pottle deepe, and hee's to watch

11671078Three lads of Cypres, noble swelling spirits,

11681079That hold their honour, in a wary distance,

11691080The very Elements of this warlike Isle,

11701081Haue I to night flustred with flowing cups,

11711082And the watch too: now mongst this flocke of drunkards,

11731083I am to put our Cassio in some action,

11741084That may offend the Isle; Enter Montanio, Cassio, and others.

1085But here they come:

11761086If consequence doe but approoue my dreame,

11771087My boate sailes freely, both with winde and streame.

11781088Cas. Fore God they haue giuen me a rouse already.

11791089Mon. Good faith a little one, not past a pint,

1090As I am a souldier. Iag. Some wine ho:

11821091And let me the Cannikin clinke, clinke,

11831092And let me the Cannikin clinke, clinke:

11841093A Souldier's a man, a life's but a span,

11851094Why then let a souldier drinke. ---Some wine boyes,

11871095Cas. Fore God an excellent song.

11881096Iag. I learn'd it in England, where indeed they are most potent

11891097in potting: your Dane, your Germaine, and your swag-bellied Hol-

11901098lander; drinke ho, are nothing to your English.

11921099Cas. Is your English man so expert in his drinking?

11941100Iag. Why he drinkes you with facillity, your Dane dead drunke:

11951101he sweats not to ouerthrow your Almaine; he giues your Hollander

11961102a vomit, ere the next pottle can be fild.

11981103Cas. To the health of our Generall.

11991104Mon. I am for it Leiutenant, and I will doe you iustice.

12001105Iag. O sweete England, ---King Stephen was a worthy peere,

12021106His breeches cost him but a crowne,

12031107He held'em sixpence all too deere,

12041108With that he cald the Taylor lowne,

12051109He was a wight of high renowne,

12061110And thou art but of low degree,

12071111Tis pride that puls the Countrey downe,

12081112Then take thine owd cloke about thee. ---Some wine ho.