CASSIO. Welcome, Iago. We must to the watch. 

IAGO. Not this hour, lieutenant. ’Tis not yet ten o’ th’ clock. Our general cast us thus early for the love of his Desdemona; who let us not therefore blame: he hath not yet made wanton the night with her; and she is sport for Jove. 

CASSIO. She’s a most exquisite lady. 

IAGO. And, I’ll warrant her, full of game. 

CASSIO. Indeed, she is a most fresh and delicate creature. 

IAGO. What an eye she has! methinks it sounds a parley to provocation. 

CASSIO. An inviting eye, and yet methinks right modest. 

IAGO. And when she speaks, is it not an alarm to love? 

CASSIO. She is indeed perfection. 

IAGO. Well, happiness to their sheets! Come, lieutenant, I have a stoup of wine; and here without are a brace of Cyprus gallants that would fain have a measure to the health of black Othello. 

CASSIO. Not tonight, good Iago. I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking. I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment. 

IAGO. O, they are our friends; but one cup: I’ll drink for you. 

CASSIO. I have drunk but one cup tonight, and that was craftily qualified too, and behold, what innovation it makes here: I am unfortunate in the infirmity, and dare not task my weakness with any more. 

IAGO. What, man! ’Tis a night of revels. The gallants desire it. 

CASSIO. Where are they? 

IAGO. Here at the door. I pray you, call them in. 

CASSIO. I’ll do’t; but it dislikes me. 

 [Exit.]

IAGO. If I can fasten but one cup upon him, With that which he hath drunk tonight 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 tonight carous’d Potations pottle-deep; and he’s to watch: Three lads of Cyprus, noble swelling spirits, That hold their honours in a wary 

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