MONTANO.
What’s the matter, lieutenant?
CASSIO.
A knave teach me my duty! I’ll beat the knave into a twiggen bottle.
RODERIGO.
Beat me?
CASSIO.
Dost thou prate, rogue?
[Striking Roderigo.]
MONTANO.
Nay, good lieutenant;
I pray you, sir, hold your hand.
CASSIO.
Let me go, sir,
Or I’ll knock you o’er the mazard.
MONTANO.
Come, come, you’re drunk.
CASSIO.
Drunk?
[They fight.]