Iago. Not this hour, lieutenant; 'tis not yet ten o' the[5540]
clock. Our general cast us thus early for the love of his[5540]
Desdemona; who let us not therefore blame: he hath not yet[5541] 15
made wanton the night with her, and she is sport for Jove.
Cas. She's a most exquisite lady.[5542]
Iago. And, I'll warrant her, full of game.
Cas. Indeed she's a most fresh and delicate creature.[5543]
Iago. What an eye she has! methinks it sounds a parley[5544][5545] 20
to provocation.[5544][5546]
Cas. An inviting eye; and yet methinks right modest.[5547]
Iago. And when she speaks, is it not an alarum to love?[5547][5548]
Cas. She is indeed perfection.
Iago. Well, happiness to their sheets! Come, lieutenant, 25
I have a stoup of wine; and here without are a brace of[5549]
Cyprus gallants that would fain have a measure to the[5550]
health of black Othello.[5551]
Cas. Not to-night, good Iago: I have very poor and
unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy 30
would invent some other custom of entertainment.