‘Fore God, they have given me a rouse already

Cassio
‘Fore God, they have given me a rouse already.
Montano
Good faith, a little one; not past a pint, as I
am a soldier.
Iago
Some wine, ho! Sings.

And let me the cannikin clink, clink,
And let me the cannikin clink.
A soldier's a man,
O, man's life's but a span,
Why, then, let a soldier drink.

Some wine, boys!
Cassio
‘Fore God, an excellent song.
Iago
I learned it in England, where indeed they are
most potent in potting. Your Dane, your German,
and your swag-bellied Hollander—drink, ho!—are
nothing to your English.
Cassio
Is your Englishman so exquisite in his drinking?
Iago
Why, he drinks you, with facility, your Dane
dead drunk. He sweats not to overthrow your Almain.
He gives your Hollander a vomit ere the next
pottle can be filled.
Cassio
To the health of our general!
Montano
I am for it, lieutenant, and I'll do you justice.
Iago
O sweet England! Sings.

King Stephen was and-a worthy peer,
His breeches cost him but a crown;
He held them sixpence all too dear;
With that he called the tailor lown.
He was a wight of high renown,
And thou art but of low degree;
‘Tis pride that pulls the country down,
Then take thy auld cloak about thee.

Some wine, ho!
Cassio
‘Fore God, this is a more exquisite song than
the other!
Iago
Will you hear ‘t again?
Cassio
No, for I hold him to be unworthy of his place
that does those things. Well, God's above all; and
there be souls must be saved, and there be souls
must not be saved.
Iago
It's true, good lieutenant.
Cassio
For mine own part—no offense to the General,
nor any man of quality—I hope to be saved.
Iago
And so do I too, lieutenant.
Cassio
Ay, but, by your leave, not before me. The
Lieutenant is to be saved before the Ancient. Let's
have 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. I am not drunk now. I can stand well enough,
and I speak well enough.
Gentlemen
Excellent well.
Cassio
Why, very well then. You must not think then
that I am drunk.
He exits.
Montano
To th' platform, masters. Come, let's set the watch.
Gentlemen exit.