CASSIO.
I will rather sue to be despised than to deceive so good a
commander with so slight, so drunken, and so indiscreet an
officer. Drunk? and speak parrot? and squabble? swagger?
swear? and discourse fustian with one's own shadow? — O thou
invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by,
let us call thee devil!
IAGO.
What was he that you followed with your sword? What had he done
to you?
CASSIO.
I know not.
IAGO.
Is't possible?
CASSIO.
I remember a mass of things, but nothing distinctly; a quarrel,
but nothing wherefore. — O God, that men should put an enemy in
their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should, with
joy, pleasance, revel, and applause, transform ourselves into
beasts!
IAGO.
Why, but you are now well enough: how came you thus recovered?
CASSIO.
It hath pleased the devil drunkenness to give place to the
devil wrath: one unperfectness shows me another, to make me
frankly despise myself.
IAGO.
Come, you are too severe a moraler: as the time, the place, and
the condition of this country stands, I could heartily wish
this had not befallen; but since it is as it is, mend it for
your own good.
