Ay, past all surgery, Iago. I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial. I will rather sue to be despised that to deceive so good a commander with so slight, so drunken and so indiscreet an officer. I know not. Had I as many mouths as Hydra, such an answer would stop them all.
Every inordinate cup is unblessed and the ingredient is a devil.
And, good lieutenant, I think you think I love you. I have well approved it, sir. You or any man living may be drunk at a time, man. I ll tell you what you shall do. You advise me well.