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
