Blesse the Isle of Cyprus, and our Noble Generall
Michael, looke you to the guard to night. Iago, hath direction what to do. Iago, is most honest: Michael, goodnight. To morrow with your earliest, Iago: we must to the Watch.
Not this houre Lieutenant: 'tis not yet ten
o'th'clocke. Our Generall cast vs thus earely for the
loue of his
Desdemona: Who, let vs not therefore blame;
he hath not yet made wanton the night with her: and
she is sport for
She's a most exquisite Lady.
And Ile warrant her, full of Game.
Indeed she s a most fresh and delicate creature.
Well: happinesse to their Sheetes. Come Lieu
tenant, I haue a stope of Wine, and heere without are a
brace of Cyprus Gallants, that would faine haue a mea
sure to the health of blacke
Not to night, good
Iago, I haue very poore,
and vnhappie Braines for drinking. I could well wish
Curtesie would inuent some other Custome of enter
Oh, they are our Friends: but one Cup, Ile
drinke for you.
I haue drunke but one Cup to night, and that
was craftily qualified too: and behold what inouation
it makes heere. I am infortunate in the infirmity, and
dare not taske my weakenesse with any more.
What man? 'Tis a night of Reuels, the Gal
lants desire it.
Where are they?
Rodorigo, Desdemonahath to night Carrows'd.