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King Stephen was a worthy peer,
His breeches cost him but a crown;
He held ’em sixpence all too dear, [85]
With that he call’d 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 thine owd cloak about thee. [90]

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 unworthy of his place, that [95] does those things: well,
God’s above all, and there be souls that must be saved, and there be souls
must not be saved.

IAGO
It is true, good lieutenant.

CASSIO
For mine own part, no offence to the general, [100] nor any man of quality, I
hope to be saved.

IAGO
And so do I, lieutenant.

CASSIO
Ay, 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 [105] 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. [110]