Iago. Some wine, ho!
[Sings] And let me the canakin clink, clink;[5566][5567][5568]
And let me the canakin clink:[5567][5569]
A soldier's a man;[5567][5570] 65
A life's but a span;[5567][5570][5571]
Why then let a soldier drink.[5567]
Some wine, boys![5572]
Cas. 'Fore God, an excellent song.[5573]
Iago. I learned it in England, where indeed they are 70
most potent in potting: your Dane, your German, and
your swag-bellied Hollander,—Drink, ho!—are nothing to
your English.[5574]
Cas. Is your Englishman so expert in his drinking?[5575]
Iago. Why, he drinks you with facility your Dane dead 75
drunk; he sweats not to overthrow your Almain; he gives[5576]
your Hollander a vomit ere the next pottle can be filled.
Cas. To the health of our general!
Mon. I am for it, lieutenant, and I'll do you justice.[5577]
Iago. O sweet England! 80
[Sings] King Stephen was a worthy peer,[5578]
His breeches cost him but a crown;[5567]
He held them sixpence all too dear,[5567][5579]
With that he call'd the tailor lown.[5567]
He was a wight of high renown,[5567] 85
And thou art but of low degree:[5567]
'Tis pride that pulls the country down;[5567]
Then take thine auld cloak about thee.[5567][5580]
Some wine, ho!
Cas. Why, this is a more exquisite song than the other.[5581] 90