Montano and a gentlemen discuss what could have happened to the Turkish ships.
What from the cape can you discern at sea?
Nothing at all. It is a high-wrought flood. I cannot 'twixt the heaven and the main Descry a sail.
Iago explains his reasoning for why he loves Desdamona.
That cassio loves her, I do well beliveve't. That she loves him, 'tis apt and of great credit. The moor, howbeit that i endure him not, Is of a constant, loving, noble nature, And i dare think he'll prove to desdemona A most dear husband.
Iago attempts to get Cassio drunk so he gets into trouble.
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 heatlth of black othellow.
NOt tonight, good Iago. I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking. I could well wish couresty would invent some other custom of entertainment.
Iago keeps getting Cassio more and more drunk until he does something regrettable.
I learned it in England, where indeed they are most potent in potting. Your Dane, your German, and your swag-bellied Hollander-drink, ho!-are nothing to your English.
'Fore God, an excellent song.
Cassio finally gets drunk enough to go and beat up Roderigo.
Dost thou prate, rouge? *Hits Roderigo*
Othello catches Cassio and Roderigo fighting and suspends Cassio from his duties as lieutenant.
Whats the matter here?
I am hurt to th' death. He dies! *Attacks Cassio*