Roderigo, we'll drink!!
Here's your tankard, Ser Lieutenant...
I drink no more...
Just down this only sip, Ser...
Look 'round! It's a night of celebration!
Everyone's going crazy! Therefore...
Let go... I'm already lightheaded
from one glass, and the guard's soon!
Still, here's a toast to the marriage
of our General Othello... and his lady wife!!
Long live them!!
She's the jewel of this coastline...
IAGO (to Roderigo):
Her loveliness makes all hearts and all flowers bloom before her...
And still, isn't she modest?
Iago, sing to praise Desdemona!
(to Roderigo) Now listen!
(to Cassio) I am nought but a critic, Ser.
She is too fair for any praises!!
IAGO (to RODERIGO):
Watch out for Lieutenant Cassio!
And why him?
Haven't you heard how passionately he spoke?
Youthful hot blood through every vein, right?
He's a wistful seducer, and she's found him already!!
If he's intoxicated,
he will fall...
(To the barmaid): Fill... our three cups... there, steady!!