She is indeed perfection.
Well, happiness to their sheets! Come, lieutenant, I
have a stoup of wine; and here without are a brace
Cyprus gallants that would fain have a measure to
the health of black Othello.
Not to-night, good Iago: I have very poor and
unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish
invent some other custom of
O, they are our friends; but one cup: I'll drink for
I have drunk but one cup to-night, and that was
craftily qualified too, and, behold, what innovation
here: I am unfortunate in the infirmity,
and dare not task my weakness with any more.
What, man! 'tis a night of revels: the gallants
Where are they?
Here at the door; I pray you, call them in.
I'll do't; but it dislikes me.
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 hath turn'd almost
the wrong side out,
To Desdemona hath to-night caroused
Potations pottle-deep; and he's to watch:
lads of Cyprus, noble swelling spirits,
That hold their honours in a wary distance,
The very elements of
this warlike isle,
Have I to-night fluster'd with flowing cups,
And they watch too. Now, 'mongst this flock of
Am I to put our Cassio in some action
That may offend the isle.But here they come:
do but approve my dream,
My boat sails freely, both with wind and stream.
Re-enter CASSIO; with him MONTANO and Gentlemen; servants following with wine
'Fore God, they have given me a rouse already.
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