Iago
O, they are our friends; but one cup: I’ll drink for you.
Cassio
I have drunk but one cup to-night, and that was craftily qualified too, and, behold, what innovation it makes here: I am unfortunate in the infirmity, and dare not task my weakness with any more.
Iago
What, man! ’tis a night of revels: the gallants desire it.
Cassio
Where are they?
Iago
Here at the door; I pray you, call them in.
Cassio
I’ll do’t; but it dislikes me.
Exit.
Iago
With that which he hath drunk to-night already,
He’ll be as full of quarrel and offence
As my young mistress’ dog. Now, my sick fool Roderigo,
Whom love hath turn’d almost the wrong side out,
To Desdemona hath to-night caroused