Sunday, August 14, 2005

Potent in Potting

Amid all the hysteria about 24 hour opening and binge drinking, Act 2 of Shakespeare's Othello reminds us that some things have ever been thus in this green and pleasant land.

Some wine, ho!

And let me the
canakin clink, clink;
And let me the canakin clink
A soldier's a man;
A life's but a span;
Why, then, let a soldier drink.

Some wine, boys!
'Fore God, an excellent song.

I learned 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.
Is your Englishman so expert in his drinking?

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 filled.

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