Shakespeare, William · published 1622 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T8 Captains, gallants and cheats · 470 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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O sweete England,— King Stephen was a worthy peer, His breeches cost him but a crown, He held'em sixpence all too dear, With that he called the Tailor loon, He was a wight of high renown, And thou art but of low degree, 'tis pride that pulls the Country down, Then take thine old cloak about thee.— Some wine ho. Fore God this is a more exquisite song than the other. Will you hear't again? No, for I hold him unworthy of his place, that does those things: well, God's above all, and there be souls that must be saved. It is true good Lieutenant. For mine own part, no offence to the General, nor any man of quality, I hope to be saved. And so do I Lieutenant. I, but by your leave, not before me; the Lieutenant is to be saved before the Ancient. Let's ha' no more of this, let's to our affairs: God forgive us our sins: Gentlemen, let's look to our business; Do not think Gentlemen I am drunk, this is my Ancient, this is my right hand, and this is my left hand: I am not drunk now, I can stand well enough, and speak well enough. Excellent well. Very well then: you must not think, that I am drunk. To the platform masters. Come, let's set the watch. You see this fellow that is gone before, He is a Soldier fit to stand by Caesar, And give direction: and do but see his vice, 'tis to his virtue, a just equinox, The one as long as th'other: 'tis pity of him, I fear the trust Othello put him in, On some odd time of his infirmity, Will shake this Island. But is he often thus. 'tis evermore the Prologue to his sleep: he'll watch the horolodge a double set, If drink rock not his cradle. Twere well Generall wee put in minde of i, Perhaps he sees it not, or his good nature, Praises the virtues that appears in Cassio, And look not on his evils: is not this true? How now Roderigo, I pray you after the Lieutenant, go. And 'tis great pity that the noble Moor Should hazard such a place, as his own second, With one of an engraft infirmity: It were an honest action to say so to the Moor. Nor I, for this fair Island: I do love Cassio well, and would do much, To cure him of this evil: but hark, what noise. Zouns, you rogue, you rascal. what's the matter Leiutenant? A knave, teach me my duty: but I'll beat the knave into a wicker bottle. Beare me? Dost thou prate rogue? Good Lieutenant; pray sir hold your hand. Let me go sir, or i'll knock you o'er the mazzard. Come, come, you are drunk. Drunk?
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O sweee England,—King Stephen was a worthy peere, His breeches cost him but a crowne, He held'em sixpence all too deere, With that he cald the Taylor lowne, He was a wight of high renowne, And thou art but of low degree, Tis pride that puls the Countrey downe, Then take thine wd cloke about thee.—Some wine ho. Fore God this is a more exquisite song then the other. Will you hear't agen? No, for I hold him vnworthy of his place, that does those things: well, God's aboue all, and there bee soules that must bee saued. It is true good Leiutenant. For mine own part, no offence to the Generall, nor any man of quality, I hope to be saued. And so doe I Leiutenant. I, but by your leaue, not before me; the Leiutenant is to be saued before the Ancient. Let's ha no more of this, let's to our affaires: God forgiue vs our sins: Gentlemen, let's looke to our businesse; Doe not thinke Gentlemen I am drunke, this is my Ancient, this is my right hand, and this is my left hand: I am not drunke now, I can stand well enough, and speake well enough. Excellent well. Very well then: you must not thinke, that I am drunke. To the plotforme maisters. Come, let's set the watch. You see this fellow that is gone before, He is a Souldier fit to stand by Caesar, And giue direction: and doe but see his vice, Tis to his vertue, a iust equinox, The one as long as th'other: tis pitty of him, I feare the trust Ohello put him in, On some odde time of his infirmity, Will shake this Island. But is he often thus. Tis euermore the Prologue to his sleepe: Hee'le watch the horolodge a double set, If drinke rocke not his cradle. Twere well Generall wee put in minde of i, Perhaps he sees it not, or his good nature, Praises the vertues that appeares in Cassio, And looke not on his euills: is not this true? How now Roderig, Ipray you after the Leiutenant, goe. And tis great pitty that the noble Moore Should hazard such a place, as his owne second, With one of an ingraft infirmity: It were an honest action to say so to the Moore. Nor I, for this faire Island: I doe loue Cassio well, and would doe much, To cure him of this euill: but harke, what noyse. Zouns, you roue, you rascall. what's the matter Leiutenant? A kaue, teach mee my duty: but I'le beate the knaue into a wicker bottle. Beae me? Doest thou prate rogue? Good Leiutenant; pray sir hold your hand. Let me goe sir, or ile knocke you ore the mazzard. Come, come, you are drunke. Drunke?