Not this hour, lieutenant, ’tis not yet ten o' the clock.
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
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.
Oh, they are our friends. But one cup. I’ll drink foryou.
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
Where are they?
I’ll do ’t, but it dislikes me
*KNOCK KNOCK*
Here at the door. I pray you call them in.
What, man, ’tis a night of revels! The gallants desire it
*step**step*
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 offense As my young mistress' dog.