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As I am a soldier.
IAGO
Some wine, ho!
(Sings)
And let me the cannikin clink, clink,
And let me the cannikin clink, clink: [65]
A soldier’s a man,
A life’s but a span,
Why then let a soldier drink.
Some wine, boys!
CASSIO
’Fore God an excellent song. [70]
IAGO
I learn’d 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 expert in his drinking? [75]
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 fill’d.
CASSIO
To the health of our general! [80]
MONTANO
I am for it, lieutenant, and I will do you justice.
IAGO
O sweet England!
(Sings)
