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- 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.
- Come, lieutenant, I have a stoup of wine, and here without, are a brace if Cyprus gallants that would fain have a measure to the health of black Othello.
- 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.
- O, they are our friends! But one cup; I'll drink for you.
- Here at the door. I pray you, call them in.
- What man, 'Tis a night of revels, the gallants desire it
- I'll do't, but it dislikes me.
- Where are they?
- Sir, would she give you so much of her lips, as of her tongue she oft bestows on me, you would have enough
- Alas, she has no speech!
- I find it still when I have list to sleep. Marry, before your Ladyship, I grant, She puts her tongue a little in her heart and chides without thinking.
- You have little cause to say so!
- Come on. come on,! You are pictures out of doors, bells in your parlors, wildcats in your kitchens, saints in your injurys
- Oh fie, Upon thee slanderer.
