Cas. She's a most exquisite Lady
Iago. And Ile warrant her, full of Game
Cas. Indeed shes a most fresh and delicate creature
Iago. What an eye she ha's?
Me thinkes it sounds a parley to prouocation
Cas. An inuiting eye:
And yet me thinkes right modest
Iago. And when she speakes,
Is it not an Alarum to Loue?
Cas. She is indeed perfection
Iago. Well: happinesse to their Sheetes. Come Lieutenant, I haue a stope of Wine, and heere without are a brace of Cyprus Gallants, that would faine haue a measure to the health of blacke Othello
Cas. Not to night, good Iago, I haue very poore, and vnhappie Braines for drinking. I could well wish Curtesie would inuent some other Custome of entertainment
Iago. Oh, they are our Friends: but one Cup, Ile drinke for you
Cassio. I haue drunke but one Cup to night, and that was craftily qualified too: and behold what inouation it makes heere. I am infortunate in the infirmity, and dare not taske my weakenesse with any more