Tenth Scene.
 (Cassio, Montano, and three young Cyprians.)
Cassio.
By heaven, they’ve already given me a tip.
Montano. A very small one, indeed: you haven’t drunk more than a pint, as true as I am a soldier.
Jago. Give me some wine, give me some wine! (He starts singing) Hey! Give me some wine, you boys!
Cassio.
By heaven, that was a pretty song.
Jago.
I learned that in England, where they are indeed mighty drinkers.
Your Dane, your German, your potbellied Dutchman—hey!
to drink! are nothing compared to my Englishman.
Cassio.
So your Englishman is such a big drinker?
Jago. Is it him? I tell you, he’ll drink your Danes to the ground without you even noticing. He doesn’t need to sweat to become master of your German; and he’ll make your Dutchman vomit before the next bottle can be filled.
Cassio.
To the health of our general!
Montano.
I’m there too, Lieutenant, I’ll let you know.
Iago.
Oh, dear England!
(King Stephen was a brave peer, etc.)
(He sings.)
More wine, hey!
Cassio.
Ha, this song is even more beautiful than the last one.
Jago.
Do you want to hear it again?
Cassio: No, truly, and I would consider him a man unworthy of his place who would do such things—Well—Heaven is above us all; and it is already so that some are saved and others are not.
Jago.
That’s true, Lieutenant.
Cassio. As for me, (without offending
our general or any other man of rank), I hope to be saved.
Jago.
And me too, Lieutenant.
Cassio. Very well, but, with your permission, not in front of me. The lieutenant must be saved before the ensign. Say nothing more of this to me!—We will talk of our business.—Forgive us our debts!—Gentlemen, let us attend to our business. Don’t imagine, gentlemen, that I am drunk: This is my ensign; this is my right hand, and this is my left. I am not yet drunk; I can still stand fairly erect, and I still speak well enough.
All of them.
Excellent.
Cassio: Well, very well then; then you mustn’t think I’m drunk.
(He leaves.)
